Vincenzo recoiled from the link, and was astonished to see another glowing blue apparition in the cockpit with him. The other one, apparently Renato Bianchi, looked startled. The man, now a ghost, had suffered one of the worst betrayals possible. And now he wanted revenge. Renato tried to talk, but because of the lack of a voicebox, only static was forthcoming. Vince had long-since learned that he couldn't talk, but with a great effort, he could communicate telepathically. It was much easier to talk to Renato, as they were both in the same state. Namely, dead.
Hello my friend, my name is Vincenzo.
And I am Renato... what is this? Where am I?
You, my friend, are quite dead. And this is your grave, where you were trapped in some sort of locket.
And on the word locket, Renato looked down to see the golden heart-shaped pendant that had imprisoned him. And his eyes turned to a shade of the lightest green possible, as he took it in his hands and opened it. Had he still had a body, he would have shed tears for the love that was coming off of him like heat comes off a furnace.
Ah, I see. Well, I will teach you what I have learned, Renato. We should stick together... I think we will find that our goals are very similar.
Renato nodded, too distracted by the locket to care about anything else but seeing his Annabela again.
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