[He watched Souji set off to do his task, already pondering over the scattered details that he had read about how death worked in this world. There was a way to regain these losses, he knew, but he also didn't remember the exact number of months.

Somehow, his gut told him that it was a season-- but, it was something to investigate later.]

...I know he is, [Cliff said, standing. He stretched out his shoulders, his arms and legs, just to reacclimate himself with the feeling of moving again.] But I can't see him looking like this. Gotta get some clothes that fit if your friend's don't....

and do you have anything to eat here? I'm starved.