I wiped my eyes and held out my fingertips. “Explain this! I’m dead and I still have to deal with this?” He gave me a soft smile. “Fitting, isn’t it, that the messy parts of mortality are the last to go.” He unrolled his sleeve and carefully wiped my tears away with the fabric. “Let them come. And then we’ll talk.” “We have so much to do,” I said, even as I kept crying and crying. But Asar dabbed my tears one by one. “Let them come.”
