[For a moment, he hesitates, before gently grabbing her hand in his. His hands feel as cold as death, and almost like an illusion. There but barely. He frowns slightly when he can't feel the heat coming from her hands. As he expected. After all, he was dead. Trying not to wallow in self-pity, he looks up at Gemma and asks quietly.]
What's your name? I'm Gene.
[He couldn't help but wonder about her skin color. It was an unusual color. Maybe she was dead too?]
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What's your name? I'm Gene.
[He couldn't help but wonder about her skin color. It was an unusual color. Maybe she was dead too?]