[Nobody has said this to her. And it occurs to her in a bright, grinding moment, that she has both been worried and not worried at all, because she has only felt more alive, the long she's been here, in slow gradual almost-invisible droplets like mist settling into dew. But part of her held back, because no one said it.]
Someone has to.
But. People can always die, can't they?
[That's the essence of life, why someone as long-lived as Iris still finds it so precious: because it's fragile even when it seems like it isn't. And because it's robust when it seems fragile, too.]
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[Nobody has said this to her. And it occurs to her in a bright, grinding moment, that she has both been worried and not worried at all, because she has only felt more alive, the long she's been here, in slow gradual almost-invisible droplets like mist settling into dew. But part of her held back, because no one said it.]
Someone has to.
But. People can always die, can't they?
[That's the essence of life, why someone as long-lived as Iris still finds it so precious: because it's fragile even when it seems like it isn't. And because it's robust when it seems fragile, too.]