( The gentle carding through Kyle's hair pauses for one long second — and then tentatively resumes, only slightly gentler. Another thing he's gotten better at over the centuries is following conversational leaps, drawing conclusions from conversations that would've escaped him several lifetimes ago. Maybe it's that his brain's had time to heal from the trauma, from the car accident. Maybe his powers have filled in the gaps, maybe the changes to his sleep allow for better thought function.
In any case, he's better at nuance now. The implication lingers.
He thinks of a boy he knew with sleepless green eyes, who tried to die twice and succeeded once. )
What do you think dying is? ( He asks, probing — like this is a thought experiment, like he already knows the answer, but he wants to know Kyle's version of the answer. ) What do you hope death means?
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In any case, he's better at nuance now. The implication lingers.
He thinks of a boy he knew with sleepless green eyes, who tried to die twice and succeeded once. )
What do you think dying is? ( He asks, probing — like this is a thought experiment, like he already knows the answer, but he wants to know Kyle's version of the answer. ) What do you hope death means?