“It’s like watching you die over and over again, and staring at your corpse until I can’t stand it any longer.”
She looks out onto the street below, so much life pulsing through the city. The lights of the cars below, their red and white lights flowing through the streets, like blood flowing through the veins of a human body. The city was alive. She was alive. He was alive. But at the same time he was also dead. At least the man she once knew, all those centuries ago, was dead. And his living corpse was standing before her, looking at her with bewilderment as she spoke those words.