( text | un: sweetie )

[retrorsum]

Has anyone found a pod containing someone that was supposed to be dead? That they knew to be dead.

( river asks more out of curiosity than anything, out of trying to understand and gain more knowledge on the pods, on who and how they were brought here. she also can't deny that small piece of hope that comes with the question, of wanting to see someone that she couldn't (shouldn't) be able to see again )

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text; un: R

[winecasks]

Indeed, I knew all of my dearest friends to be dead. I should be among them as well, but the world thought it right to offer me a second life. It seems it's forgotten that I never asked for it.

[ Excuse him. He's a gloomy little raincloud. ]

[retrorsum]

( there are many things in that response that concern her )

I'd be more concerned with why than whether you gave permission.

[winecasks]

[ This is how he is 80% of the time, it's fine. ]

I find myself asking the same question. Why should I be the one ripped from my grave while the others still sleep? It hardly seems fair to either me or them.

[retrorsum]

You're asking the wrong person. There might not be a reason.