PROT_ECTION

 

"I never need protection from the dead" Nathaniel sighed, avoiding the woman's gaze, as he studied his notes.

The woman frowned. "You don't? But I thought..."

"As I said." He answered coolly. "I don't need protection from ghosts and spirits. The dead mean me no harm. I only need protection from the living. Protection from their constant drama, attention, needs. The dead..." Nathaniel caught the gaze of the woman. "Well, they seem, in contrast, calmness personified."