[Always clever, this Gustave. Maelle stretches out her legs, leaning back on her palms as she looks up at the monolith. It's beautiful, in a way. She wishes she could remember how young she was when she fully understood what the numbers meant. It's simply always been. A part of their lives, their deaths.
To possibly be the ones to put an end to it all...
It's a nice thought. The thought of what comes after, though--that's almost incomprehensible.
She sighs.]
Can I ask you something?
[He's never denied her the opportunity to ask him anything. Still, she has manners.]
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[Always clever, this Gustave. Maelle stretches out her legs, leaning back on her palms as she looks up at the monolith. It's beautiful, in a way. She wishes she could remember how young she was when she fully understood what the numbers meant. It's simply always been. A part of their lives, their deaths.
To possibly be the ones to put an end to it all...
It's a nice thought. The thought of what comes after, though--that's almost incomprehensible.
She sighs.]
Can I ask you something?
[He's never denied her the opportunity to ask him anything. Still, she has manners.]