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[ahh. This was probably one of the poorer versions of an afterlife she could recall at the given moment; a beaten down city, the undead wandering about around her, and of course, of fucking course, the sun, beating down over her head, threatening to burn her alive if she even so much as moved into it. what a joke. Joke, joke, joke, joke, pathetic
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[ahh, but the questions break her off from potentially starting a new sort of ramble, and she gives him a nearly curious look.]
A name... I'm sure I had one. I might have even remembered it a few centuries ago, but now... [she just shakes her head, before another laugh finally bubbles up over her lips.] Time takes everything, everything! Everything but the things that make you hate yourself.
And I have nothing left inside of me but that...
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