As a matter of fact, I do my best not to read into things. Hence why I asked up on the deck; I only made a guess once it seemed as if you had no desire to really answer. It's an injury I view fully as a debt to you.

I've spent my life having things assumed about me. It's one of my least favorite behaviors.

[A breath out.]

I died and came here content with my own end. I've felt most of my life that death, the desire for an end, a longing for destruction is almost inherent to the world.

I know dying here does no good, but I had wondered if you felt the same. And if dying, for all it's liminality, had provided any relief.