You've got to believe in spirits, ghosts, things like that in order to feel it.
[ And for Hickey, at least, when you're dead then you're dead. Any sort of presence, any sort of trace the previous occupants might leave behind, it's just one's mind playing tricks on them. It's hesitation and odd feelings. Nothing more. ]
What I feel most of the time is cold. Hunger. And if I can abate those two things by taking the clothes of some dead man who'll never use them and using their furniture as kindling for a fire to cook food to eat, then I'll do just that. The dead don't have use for their belongings. The living might as well use them instead.
[ At his core, Hickey is a practical man. The only things that matter are the base desires. Survival. Food. Comfort. Things like the morality of stealing or grave-robbing or wearing a dead man's shoes don't matter to him. ]
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[ And for Hickey, at least, when you're dead then you're dead. Any sort of presence, any sort of trace the previous occupants might leave behind, it's just one's mind playing tricks on them. It's hesitation and odd feelings. Nothing more. ]
What I feel most of the time is cold. Hunger. And if I can abate those two things by taking the clothes of some dead man who'll never use them and using their furniture as kindling for a fire to cook food to eat, then I'll do just that. The dead don't have use for their belongings. The living might as well use them instead.
[ At his core, Hickey is a practical man. The only things that matter are the base desires. Survival. Food. Comfort. Things like the morality of stealing or grave-robbing or wearing a dead man's shoes don't matter to him. ]