[The steps seemed just as good as anywhere to sit. He had zero qualms about just- plopping down onto the steps, sort of like his legs decided to just stop supporting him. He'd always thought- he wouldn't know what to do if he was alive again. He didn't know how to be the person he'd been before, for a variety of reasons. No one was saying he had to be that person, of course, and no one here would know if he managed to come anywhere close to how he'd been when he was alive, but-
He took a deep breath, putting his face in his hands. He wasn't used to breathing, actually. It was a good thing it happened automatically--until he became aware of it. Then it was a bit more complicated and took some focus.]
I don't know if I know how to do this. Like. Being alive again.
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He took a deep breath, putting his face in his hands. He wasn't used to breathing, actually. It was a good thing it happened automatically--until he became aware of it. Then it was a bit more complicated and took some focus.]
I don't know if I know how to do this. Like. Being alive again.