"Sorry," Ellie mutters, almost on reflex. He doesn't seem hurt, but she's hurt people before, is wary of it. She considers him with a frown, puts her back against the stone of the wall, and sighs deeply.
"You'd think you'd get used to the constant sense of impending doom," she says, a little flippantly. "But it's almost shittier than a world already past the doom part."
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"I don't think there's anybody in the world who isn't, when it comes down to it. They aren't easy times, that we're living in."
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"You'd think you'd get used to the constant sense of impending doom," she says, a little flippantly. "But it's almost shittier than a world already past the doom part."
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"But that is what life is about, is it not? Doom impending until it impends no longer?"
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"Better have a good time while we have the time."
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"I ought not keep you, Miss Ellie. Thank you for the conversation! I'll see you about soon, I'm certain."