[ The first thought that comes to her head: how sentimental.
People like them die all the time. Only the strongest or the cleverest survive. There's no point in mulling over a death one wants because no one wants to die. That's the point. There's no such thing as a more meaningful end or a happier death because once you lose, you're out of the game. But it isn't as if Amber doesn't understand the sentiment, only that-- it's a sentiment.
Then again, November has always been a special case. She likes him for that. ]
That time, it was to get to you. [ Does that make it any better? ] This time . . . I wonder.
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People like them die all the time. Only the strongest or the cleverest survive. There's no point in mulling over a death one wants because no one wants to die. That's the point. There's no such thing as a more meaningful end or a happier death because once you lose, you're out of the game. But it isn't as if Amber doesn't understand the sentiment, only that-- it's a sentiment.
Then again, November has always been a special case. She likes him for that. ]
That time, it was to get to you. [ Does that make it any better? ] This time . . . I wonder.