It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
“I don’t know. We’ve never talked about souls during our conversations.” Scooping up the mud into her hand, she begins to try and mold it into something. Really what she wants is to see what kind of death mask Abasi would make for her, but that requires the both of them to loosen up a bit, and the likelihood of that happening is... small. “When I died there was nothing. Things just ended. I didn’t feel like I missed anything, didn’t even realize I had died until I woke up again.” And is that so bad, that kind of ending? She finds some sort of peace in knowing that there isn’t anything else. Would she love to see her mother and Magrethe again? Sure. But she doesn’t feel like she’s missing out.
“Would you like to as The Voice about it yourself? She’s usually pretty open about what she does,” Wessex offers Abasi casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
“Would you like to as The Voice about it yourself? She’s usually pretty open about what she does,” Wessex offers Abasi casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
