[Sooner or later they all have to go. Some will go back to their families and homes, some will go back to worlds no one should live in, and some will stop existing again. None of this will matter any more and it's the worst part. So she can't blame Jean for mourning over Marco. It's not just missing a friend again, but knowing a friend's life was cut short again.
Ginia leans back on the fence, looks up at the sky. It's unfair it's such a nice day, sunny and hot, the perfect day to relax. The two of them should be out riding horses or goofing off at the beach or something.]
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Ginia leans back on the fence, looks up at the sky. It's unfair it's such a nice day, sunny and hot, the perfect day to relax. The two of them should be out riding horses or goofing off at the beach or something.]
/...He told me about being dead./