That made her pout. "Why would you want to die, Zevran?" Her voice was nearing a whisper when she asked, and she hid behind her bangs so she didn't seem quite as sad with that idea as she was. Sure, she'd just killed herself, but that was of little consequence. She did it to get free. And at that very moment, she still wondered if this wasn't just a very long delusion right before death, or the afterlife itself. She just hoped if it was her mind firing off the last few neurons it could before death, that they wouldn't make a turn for the worse right before the void.
She nibbled a strawberry as she curled herself tighter at the thought.