[ for someone like don quixote, who will die again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again,
she wonders what makes it so bad. the pain remains, the memories remain, but you're alive. you can step forward another day. so long as dante was safe, they could be revived. angela hadn't died, though; she'd seen them die again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again all on her own, perhaps, just as dante does them. but the manager esquire seemed well enough, so what was her problem?
don stares curiously at angela, but her hand remains put. ]
Do thee think Miss Carmen would have done the same, if she'd had no choice but to live as thee did?
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she wonders what makes it so bad. the pain remains, the memories remain, but you're alive. you can step forward another day. so long as dante was safe, they could be revived. angela hadn't died, though; she'd seen them die again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again all on her own, perhaps, just as dante does them. but the manager esquire seemed well enough, so what was her problem?
don stares curiously at angela, but her hand remains put. ]
Do thee think Miss Carmen would have done the same, if she'd had no choice but to live as thee did?