Strange they should be on the topic of death. It feels like a muted version of that experience, the flush of chill and heat and pressure, the off-balance lumbering in her chest for a few agonizing moments of inwardly-directed clarity. It's a truth she knew. Has known. Still knows, even if she is cut away from the state of being that lets her see it at every moment, from every angle, only the smallest fraction of all the moments that exist, simultaneously, across the breadth of eternity.
Such an infinitesimal fraction. It had been one of her assurances that she might still be more human than anything else, that something so small could snarl inside of her so tightly.
She looks at her brother - bare-wristed, sombre, hands mantled lightly on the countertop. And all at once, heat still prickling through her skull like the last stray sparks of dying neurons, she feels both small and unspeakably vast.]
[Burial At Sea Spoilers - for real!]
Strange they should be on the topic of death. It feels like a muted version of that experience, the flush of chill and heat and pressure, the off-balance lumbering in her chest for a few agonizing moments of inwardly-directed clarity. It's a truth she knew. Has known. Still knows, even if she is cut away from the state of being that lets her see it at every moment, from every angle, only the smallest fraction of all the moments that exist, simultaneously, across the breadth of eternity.
Such an infinitesimal fraction. It had been one of her assurances that she might still be more human than anything else, that something so small could snarl inside of her so tightly.
She looks at her brother - bare-wristed, sombre, hands mantled lightly on the countertop. And all at once, heat still prickling through her skull like the last stray sparks of dying neurons, she feels both small and unspeakably vast.]
From one angle, a perfectly fair assessment.