[ that's... a rather heavy topic to have during a birthday, isn't it?

ishmael swirls her non-alcoholic drink in her glass, wishing she weren't sober right now. then after taking a long drink from it - ]

...No.

[ a slow shake of her head. ]

I mean, I don't have plans of dying anytime soon. [ not anymore, thank the wings. ] But when my time comes, I'll just come to accept it. As much as possible I'd like to pass away gently, but that's practically asking for the impossible now.

[ after all the close shaves she's gotten back home, it'd be a miracle if she dies a peaceful death. ]