[The question makes his heart skip painfully. It's a good question, but it hurts to be asked. Stanley shakes his head slowly. In his experience, it's mostly older relatives who die. A few classmates here and there, through accident or injury.
A cousin he used to see a few times a year at family gatherings...but it's never been so personal. Never someone so young and close to him. Usually there was a clear distance between himself and his idea of reality and...death. Even his own brushes with it hadn't felt this terrifying. He'd thought when he arrived here that he might have died at home, but that hadn't been painful as much as nerve wracking.
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A cousin he used to see a few times a year at family gatherings...but it's never been so personal. Never someone so young and close to him. Usually there was a clear distance between himself and his idea of reality and...death. Even his own brushes with it hadn't felt this terrifying. He'd thought when he arrived here that he might have died at home, but that hadn't been painful as much as nerve wracking.
This was a whole different beast.]