[So she does come over and focuses. If Death can cross the boundaries so easily, well. She may be human, but she trusts the Balladeer's words that it's possible.
So she thinks on the memory of the living. On those she had gotten to know, and those she'd only seen once or twice. She imagines herself there, walking the halls. She imaginesher family-so far away they are now, among both the living and the dead. And Death, his hand outstretched so they may have their eternal dance with each other.
And, she imagines the word she'd placed a hope onto-a word that might reach the school's living on her signpost, still in front of the cafeteria.
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[So she does come over and focuses. If Death can cross the boundaries so easily, well. She may be human, but she trusts the Balladeer's words that it's possible.
So she thinks on the memory of the living. On those she had gotten to know, and those she'd only seen once or twice. She imagines herself there, walking the halls. She imaginesher family-so far away they are now, among both the living and the dead. And Death, his hand outstretched so they may have their eternal dance with each other.
And, she imagines the word she'd placed a hope onto-a word that might reach the school's living on her signpost, still in front of the cafeteria.
Éljen. Éljen.]