Joscelin sees no need to lie. They’ve known each other for so long; there’s no one in any universe who understands him like Jean-Claude does.
“The train travels, you know. To different worlds, and we’re expected to clean up their messes. A friend of mine—Romeo; I’ll introduce you later—and I startled a saboteur, who reacted as one might expect. I died protecting Romeo. That should have been the end of me, but it wasn’t. The train brought me back. I can’t explain why.”
He looks into Jean-Claude’s eyes, looking younger and more vulnerable than he ever did in Islington (at least in the last century). “I can’t explain it, old friend, but I believe that whatever happened to me broke the curse. Normally we cannot revive even as ghosts because we do not have souls, but...I seem to have acquired one.”
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“The train travels, you know. To different worlds, and we’re expected to clean up their messes. A friend of mine—Romeo; I’ll introduce you later—and I startled a saboteur, who reacted as one might expect. I died protecting Romeo. That should have been the end of me, but it wasn’t. The train brought me back. I can’t explain why.”
He looks into Jean-Claude’s eyes, looking younger and more vulnerable than he ever did in Islington (at least in the last century). “I can’t explain it, old friend, but I believe that whatever happened to me broke the curse. Normally we cannot revive even as ghosts because we do not have souls, but...I seem to have acquired one.”