Captured by Theo's intent look, Priya was very still with tension, practically a static image as he explained. At first his words were met with quiet, a tense thoughtful noise as she chewed them over. Then, as they filtered back through her mind, the implications began to register one by one, and her eyes widened with horror.
Killed during an illegal rave sounded bad, of course, but she didn't react to that immediately. After all, it didn't even sound like her. What was she doing at a rave? Perhaps, in life, she was a little more adventurous. Then, the concept of a ritual, someone perfecting their technique, that's when it hit her. As might be typical with the appearance of a spirit, the temperature around them dropped slightly in tandem with her heart.
Priya didn't know what a ritual was, save when she caught snatches of conversation from the boys, or between Max and his stuffy girlfriend. It existed for her only in concept, and a very vague one at that. She understood what this meant, though, and she didn't take it well.
“So, I was murdered,” she gasped, her voice thick with emotion. She'd joked about solving her own murder with Max without knowing she'd actually been ritualistically sacrificed. Priya pressed her hand over her mouth to stifle a small sob, tears rolling down her cheeks and disappearing into her shirt. “Why? What was it for? Why did they do it- Technique, what- Do- do you know?”
Killed during an illegal rave sounded bad, of course, but she didn't react to that immediately. After all, it didn't even sound like her. What was she doing at a rave? Perhaps, in life, she was a little more adventurous. Then, the concept of a ritual, someone perfecting their technique, that's when it hit her. As might be typical with the appearance of a spirit, the temperature around them dropped slightly in tandem with her heart.
Priya didn't know what a ritual was, save when she caught snatches of conversation from the boys, or between Max and his stuffy girlfriend. It existed for her only in concept, and a very vague one at that. She understood what this meant, though, and she didn't take it well.
“So, I was murdered,” she gasped, her voice thick with emotion. She'd joked about solving her own murder with Max without knowing she'd actually been ritualistically sacrificed. Priya pressed her hand over her mouth to stifle a small sob, tears rolling down her cheeks and disappearing into her shirt. “Why? What was it for? Why did they do it- Technique, what- Do- do you know?”