[Russell had thought a lot about death. The town of Funerale didn’t come to existence in his dream world out of nothing, after all.
At the question, the frown softens slightly, curling thoughtfully into something neutral. He thinks about Gardenia’s father in those moments after her fall. The anguish on his face, the heartache in his voice. Russell hadn’t really understood it back then. He understood now, though. He understood what it was like to lose someone precious.]
I think it’s because… they loved them. They miss them.
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At the question, the frown softens slightly, curling thoughtfully into something neutral. He thinks about Gardenia’s father in those moments after her fall. The anguish on his face, the heartache in his voice. Russell hadn’t really understood it back then. He understood now, though. He understood what it was like to lose someone precious.]
I think it’s because… they loved them. They miss them.
… … But no one loved me. No one would miss me.