My Very First Room [Makara]

Makara did not need sleep. He didn't need to sleep, or to eat, or... well, anything. He simply existed, without needing energy at all. He was dead, and he spent none of his energy on 'living'. The mechanics of it had never bothered him, and he'd never given it much thought. It was simply easy to brush away, to think of other things, and decide that he lived for the same reason that people sometimes didn't live, even when their bodies did.

Of course, he'd absolutely been asked that exact question before. Or at least ones near enough to it. The first few times he'd simply said that he was dead, and left it at that, but it had a tendency to upset people, who tended not to lie being around dead people. So he'd come to a sort of compromise, a rather prolonged way of saying the same thing.

"It has to do with the reason I'm on the island. I actually passed away more than thirty years ago, but live on in spirit." He didn't say the words dead or ghost, which tended to panic people. No, he made it sound as if he'd just kept on living, rather than the actual truth, which was that he'd been good and dead for almost a decade before he'd come back in any way.

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A ghost. Yes, he was a ghost - a wraith, if you wanted to be specific. Few people did. People would much rather think of him as one of those happy (or at least not aggressive) ghosts, and he was more than happy to let them live with the illusion. He'd changed a lot, over those years. He was no longer little more than an impression of a person in the air, flying to seek the next victim of his revenge.

"Yes, a spirit." He confirmed, although he was caught off guard by her next question. He looked confused for only a second before he settled back into his regular placid expression. "I'm not really sure what you mean. I'm the same person I was." He even looked the same - or at least closer to what he had looked like than what he should look like. He should have looked like he was in his forties, but he only looked to be thirty at most.

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It was, if nothing else, an interesting way to put it. A way that Makara found slightly offensive, even if he was certain she hadn't meant it. He could only shake his head, trying to find the words to explain it.

"When I died, I thought I would pass on. Instead, I lingered - I'm the same person I was. I have the same name. I act the same. I'm simply not alive." He responded quietly. "A human is more than their life." Or did she truly not believe in spirits, even on an island with plenty of them?

"You shouldn't apologize for talking." He said quietly. There was no reason for that. They were having a conversation, and if she wouldn't talk it would rapidly become extremely silent. Makara wouldn't talk to air after all.

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In all their conversations, Nia had never actually said why it was she didn't remember. She hadn't actually said Amnesia. She had danced around the point, and in the end Makara had not guessed. So he couldn't say exactly why she was concerned, even if he would indeed answer her 'correctly'.

"Yes. I remember my life. When I first died I didn't remember anything at all, but I was also..." He trailed off for a moment, trying to soften his wording. "I was not as you see me now. I was an angry spirit, and not one that could have been mistaken for a human. By the time I was able to become human again during the day, I remembered everything." Or as close enough to everything as one could conceivably get. Human memory was far from perfect.

"Is everything alright?" She was obviously distressed by the line of conversation, but it didn't seem to be because he was dead.

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And suddenly, everything she'd said over the last few minutes made sense. Makara's mouth opened briefly, but he closed it, deciding to try and compose his thoughts before he answered.

"At night, I don't look like this. You can see through me, and I'm not entirely together." He smudged at the edges, in so many words. "You would not mistake me for living. I've been dead for quite some time - and even then, I still cannot pass for human." He shook his head lightly, before letting himself look at her again. "If you were dead, you would know it, or at least suspect. There are many reason you might not be able to remember." Not that he was an expert in Amnesia. He knew it only in the context of his own (somewhat brief) amnesia, and could only parrot what he had been told himself.

"If it isn't the result of some power or magic, your memory should return to you over time. If it is the result of magic, you'd be best to talk to a magic teacher about it - see if they can't... undo it." Could her memories have been sealed? Possibly. Or maybe it was a side effect of her own power. "Either way, I'm sure they'll return to you."

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