When someone died, there was a body. Perhaps a grave. There was grief, but also closure.
When someone disappeared without a trace, only memories could prove that they had been there at all.
Under normal circumstances, Heather found head-pats condescending-- something to be ducked away from or playfully retaliated against. Right now, though, it was oddly comforting.
"... No... gotta admit, though... sometimes it seems easier to just stay there. Less distance to fall the next time someone goes."
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When someone died, there was a body. Perhaps a grave. There was grief, but also closure.
When someone disappeared without a trace, only memories could prove that they had been there at all.
Under normal circumstances, Heather found head-pats condescending-- something to be ducked away from or playfully retaliated against. Right now, though, it was oddly comforting.
"... No... gotta admit, though... sometimes it seems easier to just stay there. Less distance to fall the next time someone goes."