They reach the lake edge. She stops with him, watching the water. She wishes this place were more open. That there was more breeze coming off the lake. Instead all is quiet around them. The water gently laps at the edges of the lake, only amplifying the silence as she lets his answer settle between them.
Is being dead a 'break'? She doesn't know the answer to that. She can't know the answer to it. She's never died. Not in that other world. Not here. She's never been dead like he has.
So she asks a question she's never asked before: ]
What's it like? Being dead like that? [ She asks softly. Carefully. What does he go through? Who is he really?
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They reach the lake edge. She stops with him, watching the water. She wishes this place were more open. That there was more breeze coming off the lake. Instead all is quiet around them. The water gently laps at the edges of the lake, only amplifying the silence as she lets his answer settle between them.
Is being dead a 'break'? She doesn't know the answer to that. She can't know the answer to it. She's never died. Not in that other world. Not here. She's never been dead like he has.
So she asks a question she's never asked before: ]
What's it like? Being dead like that? [ She asks softly. Carefully. What does he go through? Who is he really?
She doesn't move from his side. ]