Because I Couldn' Stop for Death

[ceasetoexist]

[Well Pokey has had a busy week. Tripping balls over hallucinogenic gas. Bothering a bunch of people and running through their yards as he tried to get away from his hallucination. Getting beaten to death. Beating to death the drone of the person who beat him to death. Getting droned for beating that person to death.

Needless to say, getting killed and then killing someone in the span of a few days has brought a question to mind.]

Hey. Yeah. I’m curious.

Like I know we don’t die here, not really since we come back…what do you all think happens to us after we really do die? Like, do you believe in a Heaven and Hell and all that jazz, or something else, or nothing at all?

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

So why were you striking back at this guy then?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

... he was my mentor. A fucking lousy one. He pretty much ignored me and pushed me aside for years. So one day I finally showed him what I was capable of.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...I can kinda get that, I guess.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

He couldn't even be bothered to tell me if he didn't actually WANT a student or not. He acted like he did, but...

tch. Whatever. Doesn't matter now, does it.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Not really. You won't have to deal with him again, at least.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That's one positive thing about this place.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Any other positives about it?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[A pause while he thinks.]


I guess it's better than oblivion, but that's debatable.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

It's better then a lot of places, unfortunately.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

And that is a terrible, terrible thing.