Neither do I, but death is like that sometimes. One minute you're cutting down wave after wave of living furniture soldiers summoned by a berserk fairy in a whirlwind of blood, death, and pine scent, and the next minute you're somewhere in between, trying to find a way back, and everything is fuzzy. I don't think we'd be here if something hadn't happened.
That's fair. I tend to be very respectful of authority figures, and death is kind of the ultimately authority figure. But a little skepticism is probably a good thing.
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Then do you think we're really dead?
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[ it feels kind of impossible to him?? ]
I don't even remember dying.
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...Maybe.
[ he's never thought of death that way, but maybe she's seen something he hasn't. ]
But I don't want to take a rulebook's word for it.
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...Why do you listen to people like that?
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I'm not so sure. It's the way I was raised, I guess.
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[ even when he was 12 he was way shittier than that. ]
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[to be fair, she doesn't think it makes her unshitty.]
When you hear something all your life, it's hard to break out of that.
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[ different strokes for different folks. but he thinks he can understand. he has his own bad habits; he could stand to listen more, maybe. ]
Well, take it at your own pace.
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I have to say, that's pretty cool. Going your own way no matter what - I like it! I'm Ylfa, by the way.