[Her voice comes out a bit hoarse, maybe because of the brain freeze, or she's genuinely upset at what he said. Both. Her voice lowers to a whisper since they're one of the few people in the cafe other than the small line that enters inside occupied with themselves and ordering drinks, paying no heed to the two of them.]
... If you're going to... Try again... [Her faces scrunches up with distaste, with more distress, as if the subject of death is bringing up something else she didn't want to think about...]
Alone. You do it alone where no one remembers you, no one's ever seen you, no one knows your existence. You're in no one's mind. That's death.
[Her words come out in a rush, clumsily even. She remembers someone's death, she remembers the Witch King's words, mocking her:
"People w̶̜̟̺̗͍̒͆͑̃̍̾͂̍͆͂̚͠ẖ̶̢̖͂̂̀̂̓̍͌̃̌͘o̸̦̼͙̪̳̅͒̐̽̀̊́͆̂̋͜͠͝ͅ ̶̖͇̲͖͉̜̹̪̣̪͛̉̈́̆̕à̴̧̢͖̹͉̠̮͛̅͆̈́͑̋͐̽͌̕͝͝ͅr̷̖͉̤̯̟̳̠̖͎̻͊̊̑̏̈́͘e̵̫̥̥̲̒͗́̒̂̌̄̀̄͘̕ ̸̢̢̢̛̘̞̖̗͙̰̠̪͈̀̓̊̎͂̒̂̈́͆͘͘͝l̸̡̢̰̳̬͖̗̳͎̘̐o̸̢̡̺̞̦̱̫̥̼͙̮̠̊͋̇͒͘͜͜v̴̢̛̳͍̩̯͙͉̣̀̽̾̅e̵̢̥̗͉̯̼̳̩̘̖̬̒̊̂͑d̶̲̙͓͋͐̉ ̴̡̡̧̣̝̘̼̥̱̳͍̮̠̓̈͒͂̌͘̚ͅa̸͉͒̌̏̽̈̆̉̔͂̒̿̇̈́̄̚ņ̷̧̼͚͎̝̳͛͊͆̏͗̈̎̚ͅd̷̨̨̧̟͖̣̠̯̙̖͛͗́ͅ ̷̰͆̏̀̆͒́́̆͌̒̓̔̌̄͆ͅͅl̴̨̧̼͕̠̠̠͈̯͒̇͐̑̅̾͋̈̈́̇͂̓̚o̴̬͓͈̠̘͇̠̼̯̝͒̒̊̽̄͆͋͑͗̕͠v̸̧̨͉̻̼͓̊͊̈͆̅̓̂̎̐̈́͘͠͝ͅé̶̖͎̦̠̬͚̈́̋͋͂̓̾̏͊̆̚͝ ̴̧̲̮͔̗͍̎̿̽̎̊̽͘ exchange a part of themselves that can never be replaced."]
And that's... That's why... Not now.
... I can try though. To find a place far away if that's what you want. Far, far away, if possible, but for now...
[Her green eyes are filled with an indescribable amount of desperation an unspoken despair.]
no subject
[Her voice comes out a bit hoarse, maybe because of the brain freeze, or she's genuinely upset at what he said. Both. Her voice lowers to a whisper since they're one of the few people in the cafe other than the small line that enters inside occupied with themselves and ordering drinks, paying no heed to the two of them.]
... If you're going to... Try again... [Her faces scrunches up with distaste, with more distress, as if the subject of death is bringing up something else she didn't want to think about...]
Alone. You do it alone where no one remembers you, no one's ever seen you, no one knows your existence. You're in no one's mind. That's death.
[Her words come out in a rush, clumsily even. She remembers someone's death, she remembers the Witch King's words, mocking her:
"People w̶̜̟̺̗͍̒͆͑̃̍̾͂̍͆͂̚͠ẖ̶̢̖͂̂̀̂̓̍͌̃̌͘o̸̦̼͙̪̳̅͒̐̽̀̊́͆̂̋͜͠͝ͅ ̶̖͇̲͖͉̜̹̪̣̪͛̉̈́̆̕à̴̧̢͖̹͉̠̮͛̅͆̈́͑̋͐̽͌̕͝͝ͅr̷̖͉̤̯̟̳̠̖͎̻͊̊̑̏̈́͘e̵̫̥̥̲̒͗́̒̂̌̄̀̄͘̕ ̸̢̢̢̛̘̞̖̗͙̰̠̪͈̀̓̊̎͂̒̂̈́͆͘͘͝l̸̡̢̰̳̬͖̗̳͎̘̐o̸̢̡̺̞̦̱̫̥̼͙̮̠̊͋̇͒͘͜͜v̴̢̛̳͍̩̯͙͉̣̀̽̾̅e̵̢̥̗͉̯̼̳̩̘̖̬̒̊̂͑d̶̲̙͓͋͐̉ ̴̡̡̧̣̝̘̼̥̱̳͍̮̠̓̈͒͂̌͘̚ͅa̸͉͒̌̏̽̈̆̉̔͂̒̿̇̈́̄̚ņ̷̧̼͚͎̝̳͛͊͆̏͗̈̎̚ͅd̷̨̨̧̟͖̣̠̯̙̖͛͗́ͅ ̷̰͆̏̀̆͒́́̆͌̒̓̔̌̄͆ͅͅl̴̨̧̼͕̠̠̠͈̯͒̇͐̑̅̾͋̈̈́̇͂̓̚o̴̬͓͈̠̘͇̠̼̯̝͒̒̊̽̄͆͋͑͗̕͠v̸̧̨͉̻̼͓̊͊̈͆̅̓̂̎̐̈́͘͠͝ͅé̶̖͎̦̠̬͚̈́̋͋͂̓̾̏͊̆̚͝ ̴̧̲̮͔̗͍̎̿̽̎̊̽͘ exchange a part of themselves that can never be replaced."]
And that's... That's why... Not now.
... I can try though. To find a place far away if that's what you want. Far, far away, if possible, but for now...
[Her green eyes are filled with an indescribable amount of desperation an unspoken despair.]