“Your age is catching up with you.” “Really? Why, I couldn’t tell.” “Your glow is fading, you look grey, ghostly.” “The ghastly glow can be quite enchanting.” “Well yours isn’t! I mean come on aren’t you ashamed? Your haven’t even hit your 20s and you’re basically decaying!” “I’ve been sick.” A pause. “Whatever. Doesn’t mean you had to let go of yourself.” “Is it hurting you?” A stare. “What?” “Is it hurting you, my current state?” A pause. “I don’t care.” “Hm. Well my apologies, that I hurt you.” “You didn’t hurt me! I don’t care that you’re sick! You don’t care about leaving me so why would I care!” Understanding. “You, think i’m leaving you?” “you’re Dying.” “But aren’t we all?” A pause. Reflection Refusal Then, silence.