*The shade ponders for a moment, trying to understand exactly what the hell she’s gibbering about* …uhh… oh, ah. Yes. I gave myself away too quickly. Yes… hm… *Marcello’s features define from the dark, though still transparent, trying his best to put on a nicer face* Oh now, no reason to be so grumpy. Are you still mad about your friend and that little misunderstanding? Pfft, I was the one who was brutally murdered for it. Completely unfair.
*Torn between feeling guilty over being partially responsible for his permanent death and not feeling bad at all for myriad reasons, Miriam is struck with a sudden realisation. *
Wait. Why you wen stay dead? Why you nat jus’ wen respawn back at 2fort?
*It takes him a moment to grasp the meaning of that vocal chickenscratch, maintaining the friendly-ish smirk* …oh, well, I did respawn, but I ended up reappearing here because of the damage to my chip when I was travelling through all the godforsaken snow to get here in the first place. I actually was pretty frostbitten, I admit. But, you see, after that brutal murder that you and your associate gave me, I went into a teensy depression and gorged myself on ice cream for many days. When I decided to start working on repairing my chip, I just so happened to… well… die. So… without the chip in my body… *He runs his fingers through his ghostly hair* Yeeesss… So, I’m sort of trapped in limbo here. *He grins* Though, honestly, it’s not too bad being dead. *He recalls the momentary expression of guilt(and something else) on her face from before* But don’t feel bad about indirectly leading to an indirect suicide, leatherface. My earlier actions may have been a little… perhaps… mean-spirited.
*She tries not to let it show, but she is rather relieved that his death was more from his own carelessness and not the fault of Hotaru and herself. She sighs and ignores what he attempts to imply; for someone who’s attempting to be contrite, he does a poor job of it. At a loss for anything else to say, Miriam choses to play his game against him.*
… You ste talk a lot, you know dat?
*The shade frowns at the seemingly callous disregard for his most humble words.* I felt the need to fully explain everything, so you didn’t risk getting confused. You know, being courteous and all that. *He slithers through the air a bit, lounging a few feet above the ground.* Anyway. So, I couldn’t help but notice that you got murdered recently. I was watching you drift about in limbo for awhile; you slept rather soundly.