█ ▌┋❝ I ain’t a ghost so yeah —– I’m real.

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                They’re half sure he’s nothing more than a mirage, a visible myth induced by the heat of the Zones and the lack of nutrients in her body. Tired, doubled-over, and already plagued with bad eyesight, the redhead’s words hardly register, leaving them to squint at him before uttering the only thing on their mind.

        … Are you real? ”

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            ❝ I’m as REAL as REAL can get, darlin’. ❞ The words left the ridges of his MOUTH with a sense of LEVITY —– a grin PROTRUDING on the chapped, pink lips of his. ❝ Do you need the help or NOT? I’m a BUSY man with towering responsibilities. ❞ Leather hands wrap around the front of his chest, putting excess weight onto his left leg. ❝ I’d PREFER you to take the offer, but if you want to DIE out here, then be my guest. ❞