It's true. [ It had been an awful sight, one full of blood and fire and rotten with the stench of death. She shudders faintly, almost paling at the recent memory. ] I... am not sure I'll ever be able to forget it, really.
[ Maybe after death, somehow, she won't have to dwell. Isn't that what the afterlife is about? Happiness? ]
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[ Maybe after death, somehow, she won't have to dwell. Isn't that what the afterlife is about? Happiness? ]