[It's said that it's not unusual for Lightbearers to talk to themselves. Enough time by themselves, you become your own companion. Not even the (in his mind, parasitic) Ghosts that make them what they are prove the best at conversation. He always hated talking to his, anyway. Lying bastard.]
[But Drifter is a little different than other Lightbearers. He sees things they don't see when he dreams. He hears things between his thoughts. Her voice. Its voice. Words in his head that aren't his and piss him the hell off. Jackasses should mind their own business.]
[All the meditation in the world couldn't quiet his damned head.]
Poker ain't a bad game. Been a while since I've seen someone with a literal full deck, though. We're talkin' a few centuries.
Also literal.
[Drifter has gotten past the phase of trying to hide what he is. Immortals get sick of that kind of thing.]
I wonder if I could remember the rules. [He takes his next card.]
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[It's said that it's not unusual for Lightbearers to talk to themselves. Enough time by themselves, you become your own companion. Not even the (in his mind, parasitic) Ghosts that make them what they are prove the best at conversation. He always hated talking to his, anyway. Lying bastard.]
[But Drifter is a little different than other Lightbearers. He sees things they don't see when he dreams. He hears things between his thoughts. Her voice. Its voice. Words in his head that aren't his and piss him the hell off. Jackasses should mind their own business.]
[All the meditation in the world couldn't quiet his damned head.]
Poker ain't a bad game. Been a while since I've seen someone with a literal full deck, though. We're talkin' a few centuries.
Also literal.
[Drifter has gotten past the phase of trying to hide what he is. Immortals get sick of that kind of thing.]
I wonder if I could remember the rules. [He takes his next card.]