[Justin, unaffected by the cold induced by sitting near the fountain that the City had seen fit to drop him into during winter, finally tires of waiting for what he’s convinced what must be a trick of the mind to dissipate and resolve itself into the nothingness of death. For a lack of any other distractions, he fumbles with the device he had found
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[For some reason the question breaks Lily's heart.]
I think that depends on a great deal of things. Why would you be dead?
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[The response from the device is met with subdued surprise.]
What? Why--I was... I should be. Dead. But this isn't what death should be like.
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No, it can't be. This can't be.
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Justin? [He doesn't dare to hope. After all, seeing a familiar face doesn't always mean much in the City.] Is that you?
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[cagily] Who are you?
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[But, well, that's hardly unheard of. Though every time Justin's come back, he's remembered; then again, every time he's come back, he's gone again.]
I'm sorry-- but-- it is you, isn't it?
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[Justin's certainty that he's hallucinating is wavering; uncertainty makes him nervous.]
Yes. ...I'm Justin, I mean. Yes.
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[Okay. One time is unsettling; twice is outright unnerving, hallucination or not.]
What do you want?
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[His initial surprise and alarm has given way to blankness. Whatever's going on, nothing Justin does is going to make it go away.]
I'm sorry. Todd. I don't remember.
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You don't look it.
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That's something.
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You wish.
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In vain, from what I've been told.
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Bingo. No end in sight.
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