Her displeasure is immediately made known as creases begin to form on her face, as if she'd just smelt curdled milk. Eternal life? That was what terrified him now? That's what he thought was horrifying and terrible?]
But you have me to spend it with.
[There's distress forming in her lower gut as she pushes herself up to stand, balancing with ease on the uneven shingles of the roof. Was this her own little fright she was feeling all of a sudden?]
Why is it horrifying? How can you not think of anything worse?
[It's a reality she's always known, after all, and in a way she feels insulted. It's a back handed jab at the life she'd given him (or cursed him with) along with her own existence.]
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Her displeasure is immediately made known as creases begin to form on her face, as if she'd just smelt curdled milk. Eternal life? That was what terrified him now? That's what he thought was horrifying and terrible?]
But you have me to spend it with.
[There's distress forming in her lower gut as she pushes herself up to stand, balancing with ease on the uneven shingles of the roof. Was this her own little fright she was feeling all of a sudden?]
Why is it horrifying? How can you not think of anything worse?
[It's a reality she's always known, after all, and in a way she feels insulted. It's a back handed jab at the life she'd given him (or cursed him with) along with her own existence.]
You would rather be dead than live with me?