I straighten up, stretching my arms out with a satisfied grunt. Hah, for being dead and all I still feel soreness. I grumble to myself, picking up my tools and getting back to work on whatever these watcher bastards were building.

I pause again, looking up to see... who were you?? You weren't that weirdo.. "Dok-ja" or whatever, so why were you in the tartarus? I set my things down, walking over and offering my hand. "Hey. You dead too?"