Ciarán's explanation jumbled around in his thoughts as they jaunted to the dark, making his mind tick like the ever speeding gears of a clock. Interesting that the man couldn't actually heal people, but it was a mere facade to disillusionize the situation at hand. A mere band-aid or compress to an even bigger wound, if you will, though of course the state is evidently a permanent one. Cael was baffled himself that he didn't take heed to that soothing offer of salvation from mortal pain and existence. Why had he not fallen for it like the rest of humanity had? Since death had always been a part of nature's cycle, why had he even been able to resist so vehemently? It perplexed him, to say the least...especially even more so since the embodiment of death didn't have an explanation for this blunder. Surely he wasn't the first to evade his demise?<br/><br/>He would need to muse on that another day when time wasn't so sensitive. Funny thing, death. Always seems to be present in life, yet impatiently waits for no one. He was surprised Ciarán managed to be able to take a moment with him. The time at the hospital had been so brief he had continued to wonder if he was dreaming. Maybe he had never woken up from his trip in the ambulance? Was this some kind of hallucination in a coma state? Tentatively he brushed his thigh more prominently against his taller counterpart to ensure the physical plane was real. He was relieved to find out it was.<br/><br/>"Yeah," he agreed wholeheartedly, avoiding that dark starless gaze and instead focus on the hand resting on it's respective lap. "I mean...I had kinda hoped you'd have been able to elaborate a bit more, but we're both shit out of luck, as they put it." the young man let out a puff of air, slouching down on the bench as if he was exhausted after the day's events. Perhaps he had been, after having worked a short shift at the hospital scrubbing down bed pans and sanitized surgical utensils. He wasn't ready to be up and about to his regular duties yet, but his supervisor had taken pity on the fact he needed to save his sick days. Or what little remained of them now, considering he had been in the hospital for a week. He would have left sooner, but the doctors were more than perplexed over his speedy recovery and continuously ran more tests that racked up his insurance bill.<br/>Now he had managed to spot Ciarán again, sitting on a park bench with him. The whole encounter had made his heart do jumping jacks that it wasn't prepared for, so with the calming rush of the quiet park his muscles became lax. Was he really the only man Ciarán did this to?<br/><br/>He ignored the surge of pleasure that idea brought.<br/><br/>"What isn't interesting about you?" Cael lolled his head in the death bringer's direction, giving him a faint smile. "Not many people can say they've met with beings from the other side and lived to tell about it. Well...not in a way people would believe them, anyway. If I told anyone that I spotted you at that car wreck, they'd check the news broadcasts and laugh in my face. If not lock me up, really...or put me on medication." At those words, the human brunette swallowed uneasily, remembering he actually was on such pills for that very purpose. Hopefully Ciarán wouldn't catch on to that, though.<br/>"I have so many questions, but I don't know how much time I have to ask them. I'm not even sure you're allowed to answer all of them. Do you have some kind of code of 'not informing humans about the beyond' kind of thing that you read about in paranormal fiction, where it would ruin the balance of life and death and all that shebang? I've always found that aspect kind of silly, if you ask me. We all know we're going to die eventually. It's just a matter of how or when. Most are scared they're going to see some reaper with a scythe in billowing rags with a skeleton hand grabbing them to drag them to hell. Or perhaps a swinging eye, as a certain man told me a week ago." his brown eyes swivelled back to Ciarán, studying his face at these words with a knowing smile. "I'm happy to say you look much more....realistic." he wanted to mention<i>hot as fuck</i>as well, but best not give himself away that easily.<br/><br/>The night was cool, though being in the middle of the city there was always an overcast in the sky blocking out the stars. Cael remembered seeing them when he lived in a home in the country, once, but he had never been as fascinated by them like the rest of the children. They were balls of gas millions of lightyears away, forever out of reach for the likes of him. Was the man beside him, too, forever out of reach? The human scoffed mentally at himself, there's no way a being such as death would even consider such a notion.<br/><br/>"I'm glad I have a chance to talk to you." he whispered softly, turning his head back to look at the treetops in front of them. "It might not matter to anyone else but me, but I'm glad you've been real this whole time. Physical, too, not just some warped windy spirit that follows me around like a haunt. Though....I wonder..." he paused, trying to think of the right words to say that didn't sound immature. "does that make ghosts real, or no? If I'm this anomaly you mentioned, does that mean everyone passes on, one way or another? What about the people that say they feel and see them? Can you explain that to me, at least? Can those souls even stay on this plane, once you've helped release their attachment to pain?" It wasn't the first topic he wanted to cover, but maybe if he cleared up the fact that Ciarán wasn't just some glorified ghost, it would bring along the flow of conversation a lot easier.