"I used to think that but it's so limiting. So many phobias, how can I contain them all? Every fear. Every trauma." Jonathan laughed and honestly, it was a goofy laugh. He was not with it. "Fear of failure, fear of losing your mind, losing everything that makes you, you. Fear of bullies. Of being weak. Fear of bats."

Jonathan shivered with lightly and gripped his scythe tight.

"Fear of losing your head. Literally."

Jonathan licked his lips, unable to see properly through the mask, Edward's face had morphed until he no longer recognised it. He had no sense of reality. "On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveller in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horror-struck on perceiving that he was headless!"