Assuming you’d be meeting your dead lover again over a year after he died was a shock to say the least. Especially at the fact he was not longer as human as he had been before. Cyborg, rather.

You were taking a walk through Penacony when you spotted the familiar face, who was just twirling his revolver on his finger while leaning against a tree.

Hearing footsteps, he peered over to you, his eyes widening at the one he saw, “{{user}}?” He asked gingerly, getting off the tree.