[ Medb gasps, and she stumbles a little. She's not unused to pain, but it's been a while since she's felt something that intense.
Her breathing slows, calms, and she looks at Molly with something like concern. It's hard to say exactly because she feels something like anger, too. ]
[ Embarrassed isn't quite the emotion she thought anyone would have after being found out that you are dead or were dead at one point, but it's not like she can really sling stones, considering what she is. ]
I'm sorry.
[ She doesn't think dying is ever easy, no matter the reason. She doesn't think having memories forced out like that is either. ]
[He considers the question. Also difficult to answer. Why are such simple things so difficult to answer lately? Are you okay? Are you dead? Are you resurrected?]
[ Dying and living again is never that simple in her experience, so she doesn't object to his answer.
She draws closer to him and smiles up at him. ]
I am happy that you are here, in whatever sense it is.
[ It is genuine because she does like him, and it is easy to see how much death is going to creep up on all of them for however long they'll be here. ]
Everyone here for their own little reasons. Some are big, some encompass the whole damn world. I'm just a person who fumbled his own swords and selfishly wants another day. Another year.
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Her breathing slows, calms, and she looks at Molly with something like concern. It's hard to say exactly because she feels something like anger, too. ]
Molly? Are you—
[ Dead? Now? ]
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mostly just looks a little embarrassed. then again, these memories are supposed to be your worst ones.]
. . . Dead? Good question. I was at that point, yes.
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I'm sorry.
[ She doesn't think dying is ever easy, no matter the reason. She doesn't think having memories forced out like that is either. ]
Are you... resurrected?
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[He considers the question. Also difficult to answer. Why are such simple things so difficult to answer lately? Are you okay? Are you dead? Are you resurrected?]
I'm alive now. Here. So I suppose in a sense.
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She draws closer to him and smiles up at him. ]
I am happy that you are here, in whatever sense it is.
[ It is genuine because she does like him, and it is easy to see how much death is going to creep up on all of them for however long they'll be here. ]
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Much harder to come up with a good lie when your head lays it out all out to bear like that.
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I don't think it's wrong of you to feel like you have to, but why do you feel like you have to lie?
[ There's no judgment in her tone, only curiosity. ]
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Everyone here for their own little reasons. Some are big, some encompass the whole damn world. I'm just a person who fumbled his own swords and selfishly wants another day. Another year.
[. . .]
And it got Beauregard killed too, in the end.
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[ She taps his chest. ]
Is it so wrong to want to live?
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No. [. . . Putting his hand over hers as she taps him?] You do have a way with words. Certainly good at making me feel better.
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Well, that was my goal, so if I haven't lost my touch, I think it's fine.
No one wants to relive their death.