[ and just like that, the educated guess evolves into the confirmed truth. graham doesn't reply right away because in truth, he doesn't know what he's supposed to feel. he doesn't want anyone to pity for him and can only imagine that neil feels the same. it's... just a shame, putting things into prospective. that war costs life and emotional strife. graham wonders if he'd gone in vain... but that can be saved for another conversation another day. ]
no, it is you and me both, neil. and I must say I am not certain if I feel comfort or sadness because of that.
[ "comforted" because he no longer feels alone; "sadness" because... well. for obvious reasons. ]
[ The confirmation isn't a surprise when it comes... but it's a shame all the same. For all that they may not have gotten along at every turn, he still finds himself wishing the man well. Or at least wishing things hadn't been cut short for him. ]
i know what you mean. all too well.
...but in the end, i guess it is what it is. you do what you can with life and you hope it made the impact you wanted.
even if it means they must survive in a world like this? truth is Im uncertain. that is why I asked... but what I *have* been doing is making the best of what is given to me. still I feel a distinct type of freedom here. a bird taken in by its prey spared of its life but at the cost of its wings.
no, i wouldn't choose to bring any of them to a world like this. i couldn't be so selfish.
the freedom you described doesn't sound very free. it's easy to think we haven't got room to complain in our situation, but it doesn't stop the dissatisfaction from bleeding through. especially when seeing the living come through.
for that last reason especially, I have to say no. i'm not content.
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i see.
there's only one thing i can think of that makes returning impossible. if i'm not wrong about that, then i have to ask...
i can't be the only one who expected something a little different out of an afterlife, can i?
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no, it is you and me both, neil. and I must say I am not certain if I feel comfort or sadness because of that.
[ "comforted" because he no longer feels alone; "sadness" because... well. for obvious reasons. ]
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i know what you mean. all too well.
...but in the end, i guess it is what it is. you do what you can with life and you hope it made the impact you wanted.
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I couldnt agree more
but once that is achieved, what does a man do when he is granted an afterlife?
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the chance to look back on those still on earth would be nice. ...hopefully even meet with those that have gone on before.
that would be my choice, at least. what would yours be?
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truth is Im uncertain. that is why I asked...
but what I *have* been doing is making the best of what is given to me. still I feel a distinct type of freedom here. a bird taken in by its prey
spared of its life but at the cost of its wings.
are you content, Neil?
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the freedom you described doesn't sound very free. it's easy to think we haven't got room to complain in our situation, but it doesn't stop the dissatisfaction from bleeding through. especially when seeing the living come through.
for that last reason especially, I have to say no. i'm not content.