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[fruktansvard]

[ Up Fabian meanders in his slow placid sort of way. He drapes his arms over the podium and links those bony fingers for a moment before deciding this question would be best delivered around a cigarette. Once that's been taken care of, he goes back to previous posture. ]

Do you fear death; do you long for it? Does death inspire a curiosity or a paralysis within your thoughts? Have you put great thought in to after death? Do you have your own personal belief?

Comments

[therightagent]

[Bucky's wearing long sleeves and has her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket so her metal arm's completely hidden.]

World would've been better off if I'd died when it was my time.

[lych_o_learning]

Death is nothing to fear. It will happen, it is the natural way of things. Everything ends. There is nothing after death. Death is death, it is the end. Ghosts are just echoes and faded recordings of a person's soul. Not the same thing.

[rekindledtitan]

I don't worry about it. Don't think about it too much, either. It'll take some day, and then... [ Blaze shrugs ] I guess things will get interesting.

[serialized]

I just wanted you to know that this looks and sounds like the beginning of a really amazing university lecture.

[ Nate and his apparently permanently-attached-to-his-face sunglasses are here to not answer any of those questions and also give Fabian a small bottle of something, which is offered without any explanation but does in fact have to do with cigarettes and shared food. ]

[kashaph]

Supposedly there's some sort of afterlife, but we don't think about it much; it's the world we're in now that is important. Ehm, in my religion, anyway.

— I think I am still afraid of it.

[peratic]

I always liked what Plato (and Derrida, much later) said about it, that all philosophy prepares us for death. There is a completeness in death that is impossible to attain while alive...not to romanticize, because I don't. Can't.

When I was younger, I was a bit obsessed with it. I hated the not knowing about what would come after, and if I ever thought about dying, well, it was more to eliminate any sense of that ambiguity than anything else. [ So she says, anyway, speaking in a way that's both absent and practiced. These are statements she has made in her head before, explicitly and deliberately spelling out her own thoughts. It's mostly true. Control freak since the age of twelve. ]

Some people look at death like an adversary. Something tangible they have to fight against.