Confusing

Clyde heard Mina's voice continuing to drift across the table, casual and warm as if they were old friends. Which was technically true.

At first, he ignored her and just letting her words pass through one ear and out the other. But somewhere between her laughter and a comment about their childhood, something tugged at him.

It wasn't emotion. Not exactly.

It was memory, Jack's memory.

How much the boy had admired her childhood friend and watched from afar. Wished for something more but never dared.

Jack had wanted to talk to her again, and walk beside her like this. He just never had the strength to show her his pathethic side.

Clyde's jaw tightened slightly. He didn't know if he'd taken Jack's body completely. If the boy's soul was gone and erased whoch make Jack died.

Or if he was merely borrowing it until he could find a way to restore his own body. The truth was, even Clyde wasn't sure.