[Does he? He doesn't look too devastated when he revisits the memory. Call it the practiced grace of someone who's witnessed many deaths in his life as he looks up in thought.]
Our first meeting . . . was really weird. He was covered in feathers and glitter. No matter what he did, he couldn't wash them off his body.
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Oh...
[It's difficult to think about Ray now, without picturing his corpse in the coffin first. They still don't know who killed him, too.]
Do you want to speak about it? Your first meeting?
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Our first meeting . . . was really weird. He was covered in feathers and glitter. No matter what he did, he couldn't wash them off his body.
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