[daniil half expects surprise, perhaps a laugh, dismissal of what must be some hallucination brought upon by any number of things. yet he knows hallucinations, knows the feel of them a little too well now, after so little sleep for so many days and all the fevered madness. this didn't feel the same.

and as if to prove that the girl- Satoko Hojo apparently- confirms it. more so she says it like she's done this before. death, an old companion.]

Daniil Dankovsky. [he offers a little bow in turn, the sort of formal flair of the capitol, perhaps a touch tongue in cheek but for once not at the expense of his companion.] I am. I washed on shore this month to a most unpleasant welcome. Not quite the level you jus experienced.

[which turns him back around on that, fascination (obsession) clear in his tone.] I have never seen such a clear denial of death itself. It was as though you simply willed yourself beyond its reach. How?