The stars, the moon,
They have all been blown out
Abasi listened to what Remi had to say, though he frowned through it, confused about how it could be comforting. Of course you could choose death, choose pain - but why would you? Was that not what all men wanted to avoid? To be forced into a position where death was a choice was not a welcoming alternative, it was the final depressing moments of a life turned out of your control.
But Remi seemed to like it, so he held his tongue. As much as it did not make sense to Abasi, there was a chance it would bring peace to someone else visiting the mortuary. "I see. Well...thank you. For your contribution."
With that said he shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot. "...If...you need anyone buried or cremated, I hope you might consider me."
But Remi seemed to like it, so he held his tongue. As much as it did not make sense to Abasi, there was a chance it would bring peace to someone else visiting the mortuary. "I see. Well...thank you. For your contribution."
With that said he shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot. "...If...you need anyone buried or cremated, I hope you might consider me."
No dawn, no day
I'm always in this twilight
ABASI
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