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[onerous]

What is it that keeps you living? Why? What makes it worth it to you?

[That’s, uh. That’s it. That’s the message. There’s no follow-up explanation or anything.

She’s just curious and doesn’t seem to see how alarming a question like that out of the blue might be]

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text; anonymous

[foolaround]

what can i say? dying loses its appeal after the first time

[ it's a joke. mostly. ]

life is messy
it can be cruel, and its complicated, and it takes and takes
but its not something im ever going to give up on

text;

[onerous]

[HMM.]

Have you actually died before?

[foolaround]

sort of. in every way that matters

the last thing i remember before coming here is falling into a coma

i know i die a day later without waking up

[onerous]

[Oh. Heavy]

Do you have regrets?

[foolaround]

not really
but that doesnt make it much easier, you know?
what about you, though

[onerous]

I have an ability that lets me experience the death of someone as if it were me. It's useful for a lot of different things, but I suppose I've died at least a dozen times. It's painful. I don't really like it.

But I have an important decision to make back home. One that might go either way for me. I suppose I don't have any regrets, but the longer I spend with people and really living life, the more I worry I'll end up with regrets.

[Getting attached to life as a lot of drawbacks she wasn't expecting!!]