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"Yes. That's right. And you're not magic at all. None whatsoever. None."
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"Poppy, stop."
She nodded. "Don't think about it," she replied, before giving him a silly grin. "I am immortal, after all."
He sighed, keeping her close.
"Poppy."
"It's just a question."
He drifted off, his breathing shallow.
"Quit that."
"But what if I went first? Wouldn't you be sad even then?"
He shut his eyes. "Good."
"I won't."
"Well, I would. But if there's an afterlife, I would see you there!"
He nodded, pulling the covers up. "Are you comfortable?"
"No I won't."
"I'll cry. You wouldn't want that."
He smiled slightly. "A little."
"I really don't."
He dimmed the light, kissing her hair. "Are you tired?"
"You can't die in the afterlife. That's not how it works."
