"But to go back to life... you have to die here too." The replica said, and before Damon could react, 'he' separated Damon's head from his body.
The head rose into the air for a few seconds, before eventually falling back to the ground with a soft thud, then rolled all the way to the replica's feet.
The replica bent his legs and squated down to the ground then extended his hand and grabbed a tuft of Damon's jet black hair. He then lifted the head up using the hair.
"It sure is weird to have my dead face staring at me." he muttered in an amused tone as he took in the lightless gaze of Damon's striking grey eyes that had dimmed down considerably.
The replica then stood up, and began walking towards Damon's headless body one step at a time with each of his steps echoing through the nebulous void.
