[ It's never a quick matter to experience death. Bruce has been out in the cold, naked. He's drowned and been revived. He's slowed his heart into its deep, meditative state, and explored that to offset chronic lack of sleep. Death is the edge, and to walk it again and again speaks of the person. Some balance well over that abyss. Bruce knows better — now that he's fallen and risen. ]
[ No mockery to be found here, just calm observation. He's still, like he's simply watching it rain outside. ]
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[ No mockery to be found here, just calm observation. He's still, like he's simply watching it rain outside. ]
Well?
[ Even, laced with subtle amusement. ]
Do I get a penny for my thoughts?