Frogspawn Swamp I worked hard all my lifetime

Her young counterpart didn’t seem particularly interested in engaging her on the subject. Towhee wondered if she’d dodged the question deliberately. But if she had—and if she didn’t care about the topic—she must’ve decided to humor the old crone. Towhee watched her lips carefully, genuinely very curious about her response.

I like the thought of oblivion, she replied without hesitation when the question was bounced back to her, but sometimes I come across others who believe in various afterlives. It makes me wonder. Maybe it’s a silly waste of time—it probably is—but it’s a pretty fun rabbit hole to jump into from time to time. Especially once you’ve had enough brushes with death, I guess.

She suddenly thought of last night’s dream about Maxim, which made her remember, in turn, her particularly vivid nocturnal escapade with Wraen. What if souls lived on after corporeal death and they really did visit her while she slept? Towhee didn’t believe but she found herself sort of wishing she did. It was a familiar feeling.

I get the feeling you’re not a huge fan of this topic, though, so by all means, let’s move on to something else. Do you have any fun philosophical questions worth pondering?

For the first time in many moments, Towhee actually paid attention to their swampy surroundings, just long enough so surmise there were no amphibians in easy reach. Her orange eyes then tracked back to Dwin’s face, ready to read the curiosities from her lips.