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"Good," for a moment there Elfie had felt a little unsure, but Finley put any creeping doubts that might damage his self-esteem in any way, back in the corner, where they belonged. He also did not quite understand, what she had meant by "losing someone" - figurative speech was yet something he had to master. In his opinion, things were lost, whereas people... no, mom was simply not here. That was it.

"When will you die?" he asked then with innocent curiousity and there was no ounce of malicious intent in his tone. If moms died, everyone did, right?