“I don’t think it’s the memories of your life that you see when you die. I think it’s the people you’ll miss the most. The people who made your life worth living. And sometimes, if you’re lucky, you see the one person you would defy the fates and stay for—if you could.” He gave another languid shrug, but his eyes turned intent, the light dancing across high cheekbones and pointed ears. “Thankfully, you don’t need to preoccupy yourself with such thoughts of death. You won’t experience it for a very, very long time.”
