Sheepeater Cliff escape velocity five-point-six

bones. Huntington's insides curled in delight to find such a place. though the man had rightfully found out first. from her position she could see a bit of them, jutting out of the earth. he seemed less than pleased to continue to be here. "bones cannot harm you" unless one impaled themselves upon them that is... "the dead are loathsome beings, yes" she would add as if not rebuking his opinion and soothing his mind "but the real threat comes from the living" yes, the dead was a comforting friend compared to the unpredictable live ones.

this was not a threat to him, merely a state of the facts. "all I see of them is wasted potential. a life snuffed out. left to rot. unloved. unwelcomed" the woman's eyes bulged slightly as she leaned forward "does that not make you weep for them, these unknown victims?" even she could appreciate the despairing state of this location. if the man could not at least sympathize, or come to terms with the aspect of death, well... his life would be quite sorry indeed. always running from the reaper. such a dreary life.