... Oh, I think you're confused. Dying is a natural process. All things cease to be eventually. But perhaps it's living that's the unnatural thing, in the end. Humans are fragile. They either embrace life, or embrace the thought of perishing.
[ He is nonchalant about his words, looking away with amusement. Cold, vague amusement. ]
But there are some who are afraid of both.
[ He looks at his hands here, as if musing to himself. ]
I don't feel anything right now. That's how I was in the beginning. This body and everything you know about me is entirely a lie.
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[ He is nonchalant about his words, looking away with amusement. Cold, vague amusement. ]
But there are some who are afraid of both.
[ He looks at his hands here, as if musing to himself. ]
I don't feel anything right now. That's how I was in the beginning. This body and everything you know about me is entirely a lie.