I’m going to die.
I mean, we’re all going to die.
You’re not going to die. You are paper and ink. But I am going to die, and not in the 'everybody is going to die' way.
I'm going to die this week.
I mean, did I always know I was going to die? Sure. I always figured it would happen one day. I know it’s avoidable, but I didn’t really go into necromancy thinking about my life. I was thinking about others- well that's not true at all. I was thinking about saving my own hide, but afterward I thought about t̶h̶e̶m̶ ... myself. But I mean, that's not bad right? Isn't that what humanity is? Self-preservation.
I know that the body and conscious are different. Lian said that your soul can be a difference place than your physical body. And I know in my heart that that's true. But .. I don't know, I guess I’ve become attached to this one?
I mean, I guess if I thought about it makes sense that his body isn’t his original body, but I never thought about it before I guess. Its not his body that makes him him. So I guess if that's true for him it's true for me too. And if I'm not my body then I'm my thoughts and my decisions, and my personality. Still though- I’d like to keep this one for as long as possible. But I guess as long as I .. stay who I am, whoever that is and whatever that means, I guess that’s fine?