[She doesn't even bother replying or trying to talk more sense into him. It will be useless in text, she can already tell that much. She wants to believe him but she isn't completely sure he isn't high, especially if he was so sad over her death.
Her death... it feels like a slap, like cold water on her. She remembers the wound being deep, and how worried she was at the lack of pain but she had thought... well. It doesn't matter now, and she's grateful for the distraction. Soon she's sliding inside his cabin and looking for him.]
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Her death... it feels like a slap, like cold water on her. She remembers the wound being deep, and how worried she was at the lack of pain but she had thought... well. It doesn't matter now, and she's grateful for the distraction. Soon she's sliding inside his cabin and looking for him.]
The Will...?