42 Chapter 42: Their Thoughts (1/2)

I do not get visitors often. So imagine my surprise when a grim reaper appeared and locked up a human soul in the cell across from me. Why would they lock up a mere human here? Surly there must be something special about him.

I wanted to ask the grim reaper, but when I tried, not a word came out. Oh, I can't move much less talk, I remembered. So I could only watch helplessly as he left. At least I can still see, I think, trying to look at the bright side.

The human was unconscious but it looked like he would wake up soon.

With nothing to do I just stared at him, taking note of his features. Blond, curly hair. Pale skin. A thin yet fit figure. Quite tall as well. Looks to be in his mid-20s, but then again looks can be deceiving.

I remember meeting a 176 year old woman who looked to be in her 30s. Then again, I'm not one to talk. I look like a 17 year old despite having lived for thousands of years.

I look at the human again. I wish he would wake up. It would make things far more interesting. Maybe I could have a conversation with him (disregarding the fact that I can't hear or speak). Now that I think about it, when was the last time I had a real conversation?

When I was free, I did not speak much. And if I did speak, it was only to Games or Air. Sometimes Life. But that was it. Even on Earth I only spoke when necessary.

But that does not mean I don't want to have a conversation now. Even I can get the urge to talk (as impossible as it seems).

I glare at the human, urging him to wake up fast. Then my mind finds another interesting topic. Hmm, I wonder what color his eyes are. Are they blue like mine? Or multi-colored like Games'?

...While she is lost in thought, back on in Heaven...

The two groups stared at each other, frozen with a variety of emotions.