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   —Humans… It must be horrible to have to deal with such trivial things.

   A small smile formed on her lips. She found this conversation and this being to be quite amusing, to say the least. People were so sensitive. No wonder they were all so weak

   But she had to play along. At least for now.

      “Well, no. I suppose not. But why fear death if it’s bound to happen at some point?”

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     'I think part of why so many people fear death is because it’s inevitable,’ she replied with another one of her shrugs. There was an endless supply of them.

     What she had said, though, was honest. No one who was happy, who was content with their life, wanted death. There were people who didn’t fear it, not necessarily, but no one wanted it. And some of those who said that they wanted to die didn’t truly mean it.

     She should know. She had pressed a razor to her wrist once. Had said it. Had almost done it.

     A l m o s t .

     Turns out she hadn’t meant it. Not really.