[With piqued interest, Toby carefully considers Chilton's suggestion. He died in Dorian's arms as the sun rose; at the time, he'd had no hope or expectation of coming back. There simply wasn't any way. Even though he'd changed his mind, it was already too late. Covering Toby up at that point would have been utterly useless.]
Yes, I guess that's true. I should. But what if it's— [Here, he pauses as if interrupted by his own thoughts. Or perhaps it's hesitation. Before he continues, he rolls his eyes and looks slightly exasperated and incredulous.] What if it's some kind of magic? Like, say, a contract with some kind of magical tarot card deck?
[Because Dorian has told Toby the story, and though Toby thinks on more realistic terms than Dorian does, there simply isn't any other plausible explanation for his return to life. Or unlife. Whatever.]
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Yes, I guess that's true. I should. But what if it's— [Here, he pauses as if interrupted by his own thoughts. Or perhaps it's hesitation. Before he continues, he rolls his eyes and looks slightly exasperated and incredulous.] What if it's some kind of magic? Like, say, a contract with some kind of magical tarot card deck?
[Because Dorian has told Toby the story, and though Toby thinks on more realistic terms than Dorian does, there simply isn't any other plausible explanation for his return to life. Or unlife. Whatever.]