[ ...ah. is that what he's wondering? well, at least that's something she can clear up quickly enough. even if it's something she'd really rather not address in polite conversation. ]

I don't really think whether or not I'm alright with it changes anything. [ somehow, she's still smiling between her closed lips - resignedly. ] We can't die, here. It's... we've tried. People just come back a few days later, missing things. Memories. Things we'd rather hold on to.

[ her words are hesitant. she hasn't talked about this, in the year and a half that she's been here. but... ]

If I can't even pick that as an option, then the most I can do is make do, right?