"No. No, I certainly do not," John says. "I was ... before I changed, I was
... it was a sort of living death, to be honest. Dementia. Terrifying. The
return to clarity alone was a shock, much less my—my youth. And I guess
if—if I let hunger rule me, that'd be another kind of living death.
Wouldn't it."
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Date: 04/02/2022 04:26 (UTC)He pauses and looks to John.
"You don't wish to die. Not that way."
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Date: 05/02/2022 16:10 (UTC)"No. No, I certainly do not," John says. "I was ... before I changed, I was ... it was a sort of living death, to be honest. Dementia. Terrifying. The return to clarity alone was a shock, much less my—my youth. And I guess if—if I let hunger rule me, that'd be another kind of living death. Wouldn't it."
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Date: 05/02/2022 16:11 (UTC)"One very hard to pull out of. What you lose is far more than you can ever regain."
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Date: 11/02/2022 20:56 (UTC)John exhales slowly.
"Yes. Yes, I can see that. I'll ... I'll keep that in mind. Thank you."