I don't care about heaven or hell, those aren't real, you know. I'm just afraid to die. Hell is already in your head, anyway...but I'm still afraid of that.
[Seeming to have reached word quota for the day, Crona curls back up into that unresponsive, tight little ball, hiding face in knees.]
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I don't care about heaven or hell, those aren't real, you know. I'm just afraid to die. Hell is already in your head, anyway...but I'm still afraid of that.
[Seeming to have reached word quota for the day, Crona curls back up into that unresponsive, tight little ball, hiding face in knees.]