[No leaning required when there's a perfectly serviceable wall right here. She follows in his wake, unsteady on her feet now, fixing the black and white blur of his kimono in her vision as a guidepost.
Death isn't an ending. She knows that. Lived who knew how many lives already. Maybe she'll be back to live this one. She'll find out. It doesn't make things easier.
But this is so vastly preferable to the alternative.
There's a service bathroom up ahead. It's good enough.
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Death isn't an ending. She knows that. Lived who knew how many lives already. Maybe she'll be back to live this one. She'll find out. It doesn't make things easier.
But this is so vastly preferable to the alternative.
There's a service bathroom up ahead. It's good enough.
She closes the door behind them.]