"Many people have said the same thing to me. Is that what you're trying to say too?"
Wayne Lane remained silent.
Hannah didn't mind, "To be given life... it's a blessing of this world, so I am grateful to those who brought me here. But if all that I see and experience is akin to hell, what then?"
There will always be people who go their entire lives without a glimpse of the sun.
Walking through memories shrouded in darkness, a person can come to terms with themselves, but no one else is qualified to teach them how to do so.
You are just yourself.
Pain that cannot be understood should not be judged.
Wayne Lane paused for a moment and finally spoke again, "The man has already been taken care of by me; no one else will know about today's incident."
"Thank you." Hannah looked at him, her tone distant. As they passed by each other, she spoke again, "Wayne Lane, I already died once, a hundred years ago."
