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Trisha's frown grew. Nothing she said was making any difference. She didn't know the answer. She knew people died and had faced the certainty of her own death and kept on walking, but that part of her was locked away, hidden away, and she didn't know how to tell him. Her face screwed up and she slipped her arms around his neck. Everyone dies she heard and for once she echoed the voice out loud, almost choking on the sound as she tried, in vain, not to cry, "Everybody dies," and then she added in whisper close to his ear, "I might've." She didn't know why she said it, and wished she could take it back, hoped he hadn't heard.