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[Winter was now over and spring had just started. Minato kind of missed the snow, but at least the weather was cool and comfortable instead of being too cold. For a change of pace as he wandered outside, now that the space event was over, he decided to head to the Checkerboard Hills. He hadn't been there often. It was time to check it out again.

That is, if checking it out meant doing a once-over on the checkered patterns from dark to light, then ending up laying in one of the darker square patches, his comm device off to the side as he looked up at the sky.

It's spring here and spring at home. School would be starting again, if he were there and time progressed.

Were these questions even fair? Did he have too much time on his hands, playing around with or thinking about 'what if' in a place that may make him forget his existence here at all?]

..... Would you rather be dead at home or alive here?

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Is it?

[He was curious. He'd like to know more about what she thought of it and is definitely open to suggestions.]

Yes. Death isn't the worst thing that can happen to a person. I'll choose life over death every time, but that doesn't mean there aren't things worth dying for. And life in a prison is hardly really living. Just delaying the inevitable.

Would I rather be dead? No. Never. But that doesn't mean I'd necessarily choose to stay here over returning. Even though I know I'm dead when I do.

[Minato considered that and thought all of that was true. He liked getting different perspectives on this issue of life and death and how Wonderland played into it.]

Do you want to return because you feel like that's where you should be?

[Even if being dead?]

No. But I'm a journalist. I need to finish my story.

[A noble cause, if any. Minato nodded.]

You mean there, right?

[Or here? But how could she finish it if she were already dead there? Or would be dead, that was the question.]

Finishing it here won't do anyone any good.

[She needs to go home and tell the world what she knows.]

What story are you working on?

[If he can also ask that. Oh, and he should also offer the following if he was going to go into details about something that she might've wanted to keep for herself:]

I'm Minato, by the way. And you?

Georgia. [She nods a greeting.] It was the story that killed me. People in power lying to everyone else to keep them scared and in control. Corruption. Zombies. The usual bullshit.

[And sometimes thinking about it just makes her tired. When did this become her life?]

It's my job to tell the truth. I get to do it one last time before I bite it.

["Usual?" That was far from usual, but she was taking it in such stride. It was her usual. She had a lot of pressure then as a journalist to report on all of that.]

But doesn't getting it out that last time make it worth it?

[He appreciated that she was honest with him and was in a similar situation he was in. She would understand what it was like then.]

[A question she's asked herself time and time again. She never wanted to be a martyr. But she also knew the risks when she signed up, and she can't imagine a thing she'd change if she had the opportunity. She made the only choices that made sense when they came up. This is where it led.]

Does it matter? I'll be dead. Won't really care if it's worth it or not at that point.

You might be, but the truth and your story wouldn't be.

[And wouldn't that be part of her legacy then? That somehow it got out there and that was what she wanted? Something like that would also benefit others too since that's what the truth in this case was supposed to do, not just bring her fame either.]

You can't kill the truth.

[It's said almost absently. She still believes it. She has to still believe it or she'll cease to be herself. But the matter is complicated. She'd rather be a living coward than a dead hero. She didn't get the choice, when it came down to it.]

It's my job, and there's nothing I would or could do differently. Just have to hope the living'll listen. That just might make it worth it.

There's this saying that when you get closer to the truth, things become clearer. But when you get closer to a lie, things become blurry.

[He could only hope that since the truth was always out there and as she said, couldn't be killed, that at least someone would listen to it. It was going to be inevitable though that someone did, just because of the nature of truth itself.]

That'd be nice. [In her experience, things are just blurry all the way down.] So what about you? You're asking the sort of question people who'd rather be alive here ask.

Mn, I think I'd rather be here, even if I know I have to go back to not being alive.

[And here for some amount of time that he could determine. But that was a lot of wishful thinking. Going back was going to be inevitable, but he did wish he knew when that was. Not that it really mattered in some way?]

I feel like that's too much to ask.

It's not an uncommon perspective.

[Georgia, dead and ready to throw herself back into the fray, is the unusual one.]

It wouldn't be an issue if this place hadn't intervened.

[This whole thing could be just overthinking. The problem was that he had the opportunity to overthink things now. Then again, he wondered if he was really "alive" here at all. Maybe it depended on the definition of "alive."]

...you mean because you'd just be dead without any other option? Not that we actually have a choice here.

I'm grateful I'm here, but most of the time, being dead means staying dead.

[He liked being here. A lot. He just recognized that there was the other side of it too, that he didn't exactly leave anything behind if he could look back at it and now reexamine it all.]

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