"I think I want to live among the dead." He sentenced his thought out loud.

"I think I have one with me now." She said.

"Really? Who is it?"

"It has no name. It's not meant to be named. I think it was the one who went away and came back recently."

"Hm. Are you going to name it?"

"No. It is just it. No name. No face either. Just it. You know? It."

"I don't actually."

"Then you're not ready to be among the dead."