runs a hand through his hair , squinting over at his companion . strangely , believes her off the bat , from her demeanour , her tone of voice : why would she lie about dying ? and ain't he a semi - believer of an afterlife , of ressurection ? can several lives even get caught up in one ? who knows the logistics of it , Eggsy wonders , shaking his head slowly , absent - mindedly nicking a few of Bonnie’s fries , just for SOMETHING to fill this silence while he sought out his words .
❝ it don't sound funny at all . how'd you get back , then ? ❞
there is a shrug, she takes a sip of her coke, fizziness is welcomed. it was hard to describe the workings of the thin veil between being alive and being dead, the fact it could be changed was even more difficult to comprehend. ❛❛ well, i kinda didn’t at first. i was an anchor between the dead and the living, so i was here and there. 𝗶 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. ❜❜ and felt them pass through to the other side, which caused excruciating pain, but she figured maybe mcdonalds wasn’t exactly the place to get into that.
❛❛ then the other side where dead people go started to fall apart, so i brought all my friends back from the dead and then kinda died again ––––– got stuck in a prison world, which is a pretty much unescapable alternate dimension without my blood. spent some time alone before i managed to get out of that one. ❜❜