[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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[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.