[How he pays no attention to her! Even now when it is just the two of them, he doesn't answer questions, just invites her to take a closer look. She frowns deeply, and does as he bids.
He wasn't covered in blood like she was. He smells awful, even with the flora of this strange place wafting through the air. He smells like the nights she would walk along the river. But his clothes are not clean. Perhaps it was the same rain she died in. But something about it all seems wrong.]
You did not die there. Not if there are no bullet holes. [She circles him carefully, looking at his clothing, as though a sign would jump out and tell her how he had died.]
If we are dead- where are the others? [She looks around for any of the faces she had seen at the barricade.] Why are they not here? Such a place as this could not be hell, and the lawspeaker said it was not! But this is not heaven, for I would never be allowed in. No, I should be burning in hell. M'sieur, I do not even know if you are dead.
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He wasn't covered in blood like she was. He smells awful, even with the flora of this strange place wafting through the air. He smells like the nights she would walk along the river. But his clothes are not clean. Perhaps it was the same rain she died in. But something about it all seems wrong.]
You did not die there. Not if there are no bullet holes. [She circles him carefully, looking at his clothing, as though a sign would jump out and tell her how he had died.]
If we are dead- where are the others? [She looks around for any of the faces she had seen at the barricade.] Why are they not here? Such a place as this could not be hell, and the lawspeaker said it was not! But this is not heaven, for I would never be allowed in. No, I should be burning in hell. M'sieur, I do not even know if you are dead.