“No?” she repeated, somehow disappointed even though it was a ridiculous thing to be disappointed about. She took another sip from her cup as she thought about it and crossed an arm. “We’re talking about life after death though, like being reborn through reincarnation. I guess we dunno if it’s a thing or not, but I like the thought of it. Living a bunch of different lives,” she clarified. “Being a fish sounds boring. So boring,” she shook her head, finding it impossible to think of any way in which a fish could have a cool life. “I love the ocean, but it’s scary. The weirdo rainbow fish with their own language are probably great fish food for whatever predator they’d have…” she said, gaze lowering as she considered it. “A bird? Are you referencing The Notebook right now?” she questioned with a grin. “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird,” she said, repeating the line regardless of whether he’d know what she was talking about or not. “Now you’re just being ridic,” she said with a shake of her head when he brought up coming back as Captain America. “Were you just making fun of me this entire time? Be honest.”
“Yeah. It’s more fun to think your soul just floats around forever, even when you lose whatever body you’re in, now. A ghost, a dog, whatever, you still exist. More comforting than just thinking you die and it’s game over with no fuckin’ restart button.” He frowned slightly, before peering over at her, lifting his drink to his lips. “Everyone’s got a predator, yeah? There’s danger around every corner, for all of us. I’d wanna be something unique as fuck if I came back. You can be a sphinx, I can be a merman, we’ll both be happy.” With that he was reaching into his jacket pocket, already finding himself getting a little more fidgety the more he focused on who he was talking to. With annoying feelings he’d yet to shake, it was hard for him not fall into nerves. Instead he was pulling out a pack of cigarettes, raising an eyebrow as she referenced the film. “How’d you know? I thought it was such an obscure reference, too. Does that make you a bird, too?” With that he was putting a cigarette between his lips, fumbling a bit for his dumb red lighter in the other pocket before lighting it. “Huh? No... that was a joke, but I’m not making fun of you. Life’s short as fuck, right? Might as well dream about being whatever the hell you wanna be. I would’ve judged you if you gave some basic answer, maybe, but you’ve got the right idea.” He paused, sucking in a breath before slowly exhaling. “What if the twist is that you get to be cool shit when you’re a sucky person? That’d really shake shit up.”
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