"Christ, no," Jacob says, quickly trying to dispel that. Vrenille is most certainly not being a dick. He can be a sarcastic little shit, but they're normally laughing and happy when that happens. When it happened. "He's trying, very hard, to be normal. But that just makes it more unsettling. I don't think... he's been able to accept it yet. And because he hasn't accepted it, he can't accept me."

It's not an easy thing to say. But there's no blame attached, no anger. Things have changed, and they changed rapidly, horribly, and Vrenille has had to deal with that. Jacob doesn't know how to help, apart from offer encouragement when Vrneille wants it, but for the most part, it seems best to stay out of the mesmer's way.

"No one knew. If I'd died and... come back as everyone else had, I doubt there would be a problem. But that isn't what happened. There's nothing we can do about it apart from adjust. And I have... somethings that I have to work through too."