Turkish Stringfellow continued to sit in quiet thought up on the roof, his face exhibiting nothing but a quiet, determined resolve. Above him the sun shone brightly with not a cloud in the sky. The cool sea breeze regulated the hot wafts of air coming up from the paved streets of Puerta Mibela, but the greenhouse itself was particularly humid and muggy this day.
He turned his head, his eyebrows furrowing subtlely, as if he noticed something different suddenly. After a moment of quiet watching, despite his eyes being nearly closed, he stopped and resumed his position, the only change in his demeanor being a subtle, Mona Lisa-like smile upon his face.
Turkish sat as if listening to something. No, not listening. Perceiving something not based upon sound at all. A gentle nod of his head and a smile followed as his perceptions widened.
"Ah. Ahh. I see," he breathed. "I think I understand... The loss of your life has gone unmourned by almost all who knew you. You feel like everyone's forgotten about you, brushed you under the rug. You do indeed deserve a memorial... a... a wake. Yes, a wake. I agree completely."
He frowned once more and assumed a listening posture, though again it was less for sound and more for perception.
"You don't mind being a spirit, a ghost? Never have to worry about being harmed again, yes, I can see that. Not so unlucky a fate as it would seem then. You don't want Kristofer to know yet, either, do you? He needs to feel guilty about it a bit more, after all. I understand. Yes, I'm glad I was here for you to talk with as well. We may have more talks like this in the future, at least I hope we do..."
Turkish rose from his seat after a moment and smiled a kind, brotherly smile as he walked back into the greenhouse. "Farewell, Pete..." he whispered, his eyes glancing over to a tropical flower with blue petals as he thought of another lost friend. As he did so, a look of sadness came over his face.
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