EVIE
there ain't no doubt in no ones mind
Evie makes the best 'ughbleh' face she can, twisted up and dramatic as she sticks her tongue out. "Don't say the word fantasy, you're ruining this whole day. I'll just haunt someone more interesting instead." It's easier to joke about her own impending mortality instead of ruminating on the fact that Sam will outlive her ten times over. That nothing but catastrophe or murder or war will take him away from this plane of existence. Meanwhile she will age and die no matter how well she takes care of her body. Will Mort's arms be as warm and kind for her, an Abandoned, when she meets her end? Or will she be cast aside in death too? Too dark of thoughts even for the playfulness they wrap it in, and she's happy to move past it. "All fitting and very creative so don't go putting them down." She's not at a point where she can apologize for her behavior, for mocking and bullying him when they were younger. Though 'younger' is only an out for her, considering three seasons ago it would have still applied.
Sighing, she dips a toe in the water in mimicry of Sam, watching her ripples chase after the faint lingering ghosts of his. "Not really. Amalia's mother maybe, when she was teaching us. I never found anyone else to fill that role for me though." She had been taken from them so soon, and Evie still misses her dearly. More than she will probably ever miss Maria.
that love's the finest thing around
