He looked at her, across the table from him, beautiful and intense - and wondered when she would want something he could actually give her. "I can't."
Anger sparked across the soulbond. "You're not even going to *try*?"
"I've tried before. She's not there."
"What do you mean?"
He spread his hands, preparing to explain once again what could never be completely explained. "When we die, we are reincarnated. Some right away - most of the Talthar Kithrayna are like that. Some take longer - they stick around. Some are never reborn at all... or if they are, it's on a timescale to immense for me to register."
"Never at all?"
"Seems like it."
"Are they... aware? Are they ghosts?"
He laughed softly... opened the soulbond as much as she would let him, and brought her into his gift. Opened to the world, and felt veils of shifting energy around them.
Said quietly, "Do you have any idea how many of us have existed? Ah, Julia. Our city is haunted by the living."
And so it begins. (You have a hole in your mind...)
This is Blogathon 2006.
(Things will improve when I get some coffee in me. I'm still half-asleep.)