Yeah, that's exactly it. [He lets his hand drift over his face, over the right side of his forehead, staying there briefly, before he brushes through his own hair.] In a way, you'd get used to it, in your own way, but you'd miss what you lost. Like a longing. You're in something else, and you want to get back to where you need to be, and...well, that's its own unique form of misery, I suppose.
Ah. I think my theories are just theories. But dying so many times in one's memories makes you wonder, you know? I'm glad you don't have to deal with that, chef.
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Yeah, that's exactly it. [He lets his hand drift over his face, over the right side of his forehead, staying there briefly, before he brushes through his own hair.] In a way, you'd get used to it, in your own way, but you'd miss what you lost. Like a longing. You're in something else, and you want to get back to where you need to be, and...well, that's its own unique form of misery, I suppose.
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You're in someone else's body...?
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[Hm. Hm. Hmmmm.]
Ah. I think my theories are just theories. But dying so many times in one's memories makes you wonder, you know? I'm glad you don't have to deal with that, chef.