[Of course. For most people, that was logical. It made sense to be afraid of death. To be afraid of dying, no matter what the true outcome -- to be afraid even knowing that you'll come back.]

[But that wasn't always the case for Ion. He's spent the greater part of the past day thinking about it, and thinking about everything people said when he asked about it over the journals the day before. A change for the worse that led to a change for the better. After all, a fear of death comes side by side with a value for life. To a replica, who up until now believed he only continued to exist for the sake of others, it was like opening his eyes for the time. He didn't know how to handle it, now faced with death.]

[She wouldn't need to look at his face now to know he's crying.]

...but it's strange. I've... never been afraid of it before. And back home, I used to never care about it. About whether I lived or died... it made no difference to me.

[He's shaking. Despite everything, he speaks with a soft, hallow laugh.]

It's only now... when I've already died... that it actually bothers me.