Private Finished Life And Death

Phoebe wanted to say something about how Vespa could remove her own head, but she stopped herself. Now wasn't the time, the voice in her head told her. She needed to be sensitive to this girl's plight, and that included not shifting the conversation to something so trivial.

"I get that too. I'm glad you have people who care so much about you. Maybe you two can, I dunno, do your research together? Cook a nice meal, cuddle up under a blanket, and do the same kind of research you're doing all on your own here?"

"If the worst comes, you don't want the major memories you have just being you getting frustrated alone in a library. Make memories that you'd be proud to move on with."

That sounded about right, she thought. It was kind of clumsily worded, but Phoebe was pretty sure she got the main point across at least. She smiled at Vespa, and the most swirling out of her neck altered its pattern to something that could be described as hopeful.

"Well," Phoebe said with a him, tapping her hands on the table. "You can't stop her. She's going to worry regardless, if she cares about you. I wished so many times my parents... that's not important though."

She shrugged at the next suggestion, a distinctly weird gesture for someone without a head. "I dunno about that. I mean I guess I can. It's not really in my job description, but it can't really hurt either right?"

Phoebe flushed pink a bit, rubbing at the back of her headless neck awkwardly when Vespa apologized. She shrugged and said, "Don't worry about it. I get it, kind of. I freaked out really bad when I found out I'd died. I lashed out at my coroner the first time he tried to tell me that going to see my parents was a bad idea."

"But yeah," she continued, her smile returning somewhat as she felt like she was actually doing a decent job this time around. "I'll talk to Katie if she wants to, and if you ever need to talk about anything..."

Phoebe clumsily grabbed a scrap of paper and a pen, turning her head around so she could watch herself write and make her penmanship a little less shaky. Her name and phone number written down, she handed it over to Vespa. "Give me a call. I'm here to help."