That could vary, depending on the circumstances. In Crow's experience, there had been many cases of death equaling disappearance on some levels: no body left behind, much less a grave, the records of the person ever existing erased (sometimes literally) from the history -- either because it was more convenient for the government, or because no one could have been bothered to give a fuck about the person in question.

But, there was one other difference.

When someone died, it was final: the end, once and for all.

When someone disappeared, though... there was still hope. Weak and fragile, but hope nonetheless.

Crow didn't reply immediately, which could be seen as a sign of agreement -- and although he didn't like it, Heather did have a point. That way, one could be prepared (at least in theory) for losing friends and perhaps it wouldn't hurt as much... Still...

"Not worth it." He'd seen it many times before -- people who fell to the bottom and never stood up. Too many times. "'Sides, there ain't any heights you can't climb back to."