Voice

[un_forgetting]

[There's a smooth voice, that may or may not be identical to one of the new arrivals, coming over the network.]

My, my, is it that time already? Then it seems like a good time to ask you, Somarium...

Just what, precisely, is 'death'? Not on a biological level, either--what does such a heavy word mean to you, that you fear it so?

Comments

[scientize]

Back to these questions again already, Naoya?

[un_forgetting]

If I'm to 'behave' myself, I have to find entertainment somehow.

[white_polaris]

It holds no weight. It simply is.

[un_forgetting]

[...] Not an answer I would have expected, here.

[white_polaris]

Is it truly so surprising?

[un_forgetting]

I have not come to expect wisdom from those here.

[chose_death]

Haven't you asked this once before?

[un_forgetting]

But the population here has changed greatly since then, Monsieur.

[chose_death]

I doubt the answers will change so much.

[un_forgetting]

Would you prefer I find another form of entertainment?

[sonofterra]

Death? I fear not such a thing since I will never be embraced with the cold touch of it.

[un_forgetting]

So confident...but I have yet to know a single being who could ever escape her touch.

[sonofterra]

Is that so? Have you ever met me before?

[insorrow]

What is this, market research?

[un_forgetting]

That would presume I'm selling something.

[insorrow]

[If you were it would at least make sense.]

Then what the Hell's the point of it? Why'd you wanna know, anyway?