I like a woman with secrets, Miss River, it makes talking much more fascinating that way. [...] I've been around a long time, I've 'died' more times than I bother counting over the centuries. But is there darkness at the end? Only while my brain completes the circuit and flicks back on. I know there's no light, metaphorical or otherwise, on the other side for me. And it hurts. Multiple injuries have not in the least bit desensitized me to the pain of crushing my spine or suffocating from collapsed lungs. It's irritating.
But you agree to then? You may pick the place, or allow me to surprise you.