been dead for quite a while ... doesn't that make you some kind of zombie, or something like that ...?"
He looks at her for a moment, aghast, before he can no longer stand it and bursts into roaring laughter.
"Honestly, you mortals thought I was all sorts of things, including death personally, but no one has ever called me a zombie! I have to say, you have heard of everyone I have spoken to since my death, most imagination, Suki! "
He wipes a tear of laughter from his eye and lets himself fall back on the couch cushions. Suki just sits there smiling, unsure whether to take the last comment as a compliment.
"Is it so common that you talk to people?"
"You can't say it like that ... since I've been dead I've been with about .."
He counts with one hand.
"... spoke to about 8 living people who knew that I am not human, including you.And I have to say, you are by far the most talkative of them. "
Suki frowns thoughtfully.
"Who are you going to talk to then? Don't say you are going to have a coffee together and talk about your work ..."
He grins again at the thought.
"No, that's clearly not how it works ... actually I haven't heard from the other Digero since my basic training ... once you've been assigned to a district, you get an evaluation sent to you at most every few years, which then says whether you do your job well or not and that's it. You only come into contact with people like you again if you screw up, ... and then that's really no reason to be happy, believe me ... "
He gives her a scornful look. Suki tries to imagine what it would be like if she couldn't fool around with her friends every day, and quickly shakes the thought aside.
"During my apprenticeship I heard a few stories ... from Digero who neglected their duties because they wanted to mingle with people ... But after my own experience I can say that they are certainly nothing more than stories, without a grain of truth. "
"Why can't it be true ... I mean, we talk normally too, if these crazy things hadn't happened today, I would think a normal person was sitting in front of me."
"To be honest, I was wondering why you seem so relaxed ... Usually people have a defensive attitude towards us. They probably do this unconsciously, but they seem instinctively to sense that we are not one of their own ... and they then behave accordingly ... "
Suki remembers that even during the time when she felt so persecuted by Sey, she was never really afraid of him or the feeling that he would harm her ... even though Tessa had almost forced this paranoia on her. .. Now that she thinks about it, Tessa, although she has only seen Sey once, and that from a distance, was from the first moment much more worried and afraid than Suki himself.Both of them sit in the simple living room in silence, completely lost in thought, while Suki absently chews on her sandwich. When she is finally full, she gets up and carries the two plates towards the kitchen, where she packs the leftover bread in the refrigerator and washes the porcelain plates by hand. Although Suki spends most of the time alone in the house and her father only once or twice a month, she takes great care to ensure that everything is always in order. She doesn't mind taking care of the household, and since there is no one else there who could leave any chaos, the work is also limited. When she turns off the bright light in the kitchen and returns to the warm living room, she notices that Sey has finally thrown the worn, pocket-strewn jacket over the back of the couch. As she walks around the sofa to bring the jacket to the cloakroom, she notices that Sey has slumped on the soft couch cushions and is sleeping deeply and firmly. With a smile, she grabs his jacket, which almost slips out of her hands due to its unexpected weight. The inside pockets are filled with various metallic objects, in one of the pockets she thinks she can feel some cartridges. Although Suki is more than curious, controls himself and carries the jacket into the hallway without looking in one of the pockets. As she hangs the heavy bundle on one of the coat hooks, a pitch-black, angular object falls out of one of the breast pockets and lands on the carpet with a thud. When Suki realizes that it is a modern firearm, she waits for a moment in shock. As if in slow motion, she bends down and picks up the heavy device with both hands. The matt black metal feels cool on your skin. She gets up noiselessly, but can't help but take the handle of the weapon loosely in her right hand and aim at the front door with her arm stretched out horizontally and one closed eye.With her index finger she gently touches the trigger, but immediately jerks back for fear of accidentally firing a shot. She carefully slides the pistol back into the inside pocket of her jacket and takes a deep breath when, with the disappearance of the weapon, she also notices that she unconsciously held her breath. Thoughtful and exhausted from the exertions of the day, she sneaks up the stairs to her room. When she lies in her bed some time later, it seems like an eternity in which, despite her tiredness, she is still awake and trying to organize the thoughts in her head. One thing is clear to her, however: if her father knew that she was letting an armed guy whom she had only known for a day into her house overnight while he was away, she would probably be under house arrest for an indefinite period ...