PC: Daan

[sootprints]

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[sootprints]

... I suppose that's true.

You're... going to die tomorrow, aren't you?

[recession]

Oh, probably.

[ He does actually manage to sound nervous a bit. ]

Of course, I'd like to not. But it's hard to deny after five weeks that there's a certain pattern, and it's always that the name in the pyre always loses.

I'm okay with surprises though? I can appreciate a surprise...

[sootprints]

True. We never really know what's going to happen.

At least it seems like all of this leads somewhere. Not just to... nothingness.

[ I wish I could see them... ]

[recession]

True, old girl. You know how to lift some spirits. Always look on the bright side of things, even if it seems few and bleak.

[ He titters, still nervous, but bright. ]

Maybe I'll find some fortunate news to, I don't know, send across the barrier of life and death?

[sootprints]

I'm not exactly an optimist.

But that would be nice.

[recession]

Neither am I. Staving off the nerves as we speak, knowing tomorrow.

[sootprints]

... I see. Yes, that's understandable. I don't know how I'd feel if I were in your position.

[recession]

[ He smiles, or so you think he probably does with that distortion, but it's still got that nervous energy to it. ]

Well... naught to do about it. It's hardly like I can just walk out through this fire and off into the fog, never to be seen again... I'll just have to steel myself.

[sootprints]

... I'm sorry. That we still haven't found another answer.

If you get to see the others, I hope you can tell them that I'm sorry, too.

[ For being a selfish child... ]

[recession]

...Sure! Sure. I can play courier. Maybe it's better for me to think of it that way anyway, you know. Death really is terrifying.

[ Even if his thoughts seem to be split in two, the surface one that speaks aloud, and another one that seems to deeply be against a continued existence. ]