"No-- it's just a bit strange, is all." Bariyan ran a hand through his hair, shook his head. "I'm just seeing things. I'll be unhappy when I start thinking that I'm getting attacked by things that aren't there."

He didn't answer the first question. That one bothered him more than he was letting on. Why him, indeed? Was there something wrong with him? Was it a sign that he'd been existing in this undead state for too long, that it was nearing time for him to go, again?

He didn't know. He doubted anyone else would, either.