[ where they buried him, huh...? so he's a part of history here, dead as anyone and yet here alive regardless. LILITH's no different than the City after all, in an odd way, and it's one that makes her give off a short laugh -- before she shakes her head, she knows that can be taken wrong. ]

Sorry, I was just thinking-- that there's more in common between LILITH and the City than I thought. If they could get away with it, they'd be reviving people for their own uses too... at least one Wing got away with it, which I only know because I was one of the people that was.

[ it's a somber thing though, something that is easier for some to talk about than others... it's a fact either way, and malkuth finishes off her drink as she leans back in her seat, hands in her lap as she looks up at the ceiling. ]

... We really aren't so different, [ but it has a far different tone than their first dinner together, where she'd said it lightly about their kill counts and professions that had asked it of them, one that's quieter at its core, ] though it was only after I died that I was of use to anyone. I was a nuisance at best before, and not worth looking back at at worst -- I wasn't hated or loved, there was just... nothing there. I couldn't produce results, and as a person I was nothing but a defect. I was just allowed to stay because I was passionate and in too deep by the end.

[ the memories aren't her own, but they are about her. facts you could find in data entries back at a certain corporation, no different than a history entry containing the name of a certain swordsman sitting in front of her. ]

So I don't have the greatest opinion on it, but I get why someone else would. It feels nice to be seen, doesn't it?