The children do not call it a grave. Memory bank. A place that houses memories, not bodies.
[ It all feels wrong to her. ]
I don't know what it is to house memories in that way... [ A frown creases between her eyes. The only understanding of it that she has is the grief she feels in all her old ways being behind her now. Was that the same? Was Jessica's lingering like a memory? Though she hardly knew Jessica, what was there to remember beside her sleeping face, she was gone so quickly. ] Nor look forward.
[ She had admitted that to Cathaway, suddenly aware that she did not know what to do with all the possibility in front of her. ]
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The children do not call it a grave. Memory bank. A place that houses memories, not bodies.
[ It all feels wrong to her. ]
I don't know what it is to house memories in that way... [ A frown creases between her eyes. The only understanding of it that she has is the grief she feels in all her old ways being behind her now. Was that the same? Was Jessica's lingering like a memory? Though she hardly knew Jessica, what was there to remember beside her sleeping face, she was gone so quickly. ] Nor look forward.
[ She had admitted that to Cathaway, suddenly aware that she did not know what to do with all the possibility in front of her. ]
It was always... just another day before the end.
[ Frozen on the brink of the end of the world. ]