[OA lapses into another thoughtful silence; there's a soft hum and a rustle of hair and clothing as she rubs the back of her head absently.
They're good questions, good enough that she doesn't mind taking her time to consider them, savour them, and she's sure Stephen won't either.]
I was so young the first time we met; everything was so strange already, it didn't occur to me at first, but she did speak as if she knew me. What had happened to me, what was going to happen to me. I don't know if I can call that 'always'.
[Another pause; a soft tch.]
Mm, no, maybe it is. The second time, I asked if I was like her, the same... the same kind of person, creature she was. The NDEs are like dreams; they have their own logic, things that can't be put to words outside of them. I know why I asked and what I meant, but I don't know if I could explain it.
She... shook her head, no. She said I was the original. I couldn't tell you what that means. Maybe I knew then; I don't now.
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They're good questions, good enough that she doesn't mind taking her time to consider them, savour them, and she's sure Stephen won't either.]
I was so young the first time we met; everything was so strange already, it didn't occur to me at first, but she did speak as if she knew me. What had happened to me, what was going to happen to me. I don't know if I can call that 'always'.
[Another pause; a soft tch.]
Mm, no, maybe it is. The second time, I asked if I was like her, the same... the same kind of person, creature she was. The NDEs are like dreams; they have their own logic, things that can't be put to words outside of them. I know why I asked and what I meant, but I don't know if I could explain it.
She... shook her head, no. She said I was the original. I couldn't tell you what that means. Maybe I knew then; I don't now.