[She hums, quiet and thoughtful for a moment, her brows furrowed as she thinks back and considers her words. She guides him through a turn, then a dip, then a series of careful steps, silent all the while.
Then, a bit more seriously-]
I think there is a place, maybe, but I don't remember it that well. Things get fuzzy when you die, it's hard to hold on to who you are.
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[She hums, quiet and thoughtful for a moment, her brows furrowed as she thinks back and considers her words. She guides him through a turn, then a dip, then a series of careful steps, silent all the while.
Then, a bit more seriously-]
I think there is a place, maybe, but I don't remember it that well. Things get fuzzy when you die, it's hard to hold on to who you are.