"We've already established this," Emil replied.
"Emil," Olie said slowly, "you are dead."
Emil rolled his eyes, he sitting on the adjacent couch. "Little brother, we've already been over this. I thought you were past this." Emil had agreed to only appear to Olie when nobody was around thus why the two were sitting in the living room (everyone hated it).
"It's not that part I am upset about," he admitted, "I can't talk to Vreni for you."
Emil was taken aback. "Olie," he tried to respond, "I need to tell her things." He paused afterward, Olie's face falling back onto the pillow he was still holding. "There are so many things left unsaid and even more to say now that I'm dead."
Olie lifted his head back up, "don't you think she'll be able to move on just fine without my new found... whatever you can call this." He let out a frustrated sigh, "how do I even know that you are, in fact, a ghost and not something in my head gone wrong."
"There goes that boy talkin' to himself again," Mchumba laughed from the far end of the living room. "I swear, it makes ya wonder who deserves the power 'round here."
Svana chuckled with her, "if only the King knew his brother-in-law was a lunatic."
"Let's not find out," Mchumba replied, "c'mon now, we'll clean the livin' room later."
Svana nodded, "agreed."
Emil gritted his teeth, "Olie, don't you think there would be other signs pointing to mental instability or something?"
Olie shrugged a shoulder, "maybe I fell over and hit my head on a rock or something and I just don't remember."
"Olie," Emil replied, "now that's just ludicrous."
"Emil, I just don't know!" he groaned in frustration. "How am I supposed to just bring that up in conversation with her? Oh hey Vreni, your dead husband says hi."
"Come on now," Emil shook his head. The room was silent a few moments before Emil decided to speak again, "I see this conversation isn't going anywhere right now. We'll talk later," he said before standing up from the couch. "I think us being able to see each other again is a gift," were his last words before vanishing into thin air.
Olie let out a sigh, "maybe to you," he said to himself before laying down on the couch. Consumed, still, with being able to see dead people, Olie closed his eyes and prayed Emil would be the only ghost he'd have to deal with.
