[ "Not quite real." Susato winces, knowing that he isn't wrong. Despite the horrors she has seen though, it feels like this world has given her so much. She refuses to believe that it will all mean nothing, like he seems to implying, though it also helps that she knows she won't be waking up in Hell. ]

You've already made up your mind about which is worse.

[ Even if Susato did disagree, she wasn't about to change his mind now, no matter how she answered. ]

I understand your point, but I can't live like that. Like dreams don't matter. They do. [ Dandelions pop into her hands like the weeds they are, though it's happened frequently enough that it doesn't shock her anymore. Among the yellow blooms lie their seeds, though they are already drifting away like dust. ] The fact that they end someday, that we may forget, makes it all the more important to hold onto what we have.