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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[nursetemple]

I might. Make sure she's okay. I saw her name in the obituaries not long ago... but she's back?

[devoutish]

Yeah, she's back.

[And he's very relieved about that.]

[nursetemple]

Okay. Well, that's good - in a sense.

[She'd rather if the kid wasn't here at all and didn't have to live through this town, but at least she's alive.]

[devoutish]

Good because she's not dead.

[Bad because they're all still here.]

[nursetemple]

Yeah. [Yeah, she gets it.]

Did you - have you - died? [It's harder to ask than she wants to.]

[devoutish]

Besides the night in the hotel? Twice before. An anomaly, then an accident.

[nursetemple]

Jesus.

[Claire wipes a hand over her face, her jaw clenched. She'd been hoping for a no - besides that night - but of course that was naive.]

I'm sorry.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Nothing to be done about it.

[nursetemple]

[She has to wonder, how many times has everyone died around here? How many terrifying experiences have they all gone through? It's not just him, and it's not just that murderous night. It's been going on for so long for some people in town, they might not even remember what life is like back home.]

It's hard to think of. That this happens. That you can die, and come back. It doesn't make any sense to me. It's - not right, you know?

[devoutish]

It isn't true death. That's how I think about it.

[nursetemple]

Then... what is it?

[devoutish]

[He sighs, heavy and tired.]

Dunno.

[nursetemple]

[She sighs right back.]

Yeah. Yeah, that's the problem, isn't it? We just have no clue. It's not like you remember if anything happened during that time, right?

[devoutish]

I remember waking up in the morgue, or in the hotel. That's all.

[nursetemple]

Hm.

[She wonders if it's the same for everyone.]

Sorry. That's a morbid topic.

[devoutish]

Hard to find one that isn't, here.

[nursetemple]

It seems like whenever we do try anyway, we gravitate right back to the morbid, because it's all we have right now.

[devoutish]

Mostly my fault, I think.

[He's been trending downwards for a while, and that terrible night in the hotel hadn't helped things.]

[nursetemple]

Are you going to be okay? Anything I can do?

[She doesn't mean it in a flirty way. It's worrying, that he keeps looking at the bad things, and not the good. Got to cling on to the hope.]

[devoutish]

When I first got here, right, I looked at people like House and wondered if that would be my future. You must look at me and wonder the same, eh?

[nursetemple]

Do you feel as bitter and hateful as he is?

[Claire worries at her bottom lip for a moment, considering.]

Or is it that you're just... sad?

[devoutish]

Bitter and hateful towards the town. But I feel his lack of hope.

[nursetemple]

It's hard not to lose the hope. But you know, it's like our respective communities. We can't roll over and let it happen. We've got to fight.

[devoutish]

I am. There's just that question of whether or not it's worth anything.

[nursetemple]

Don't you think the people you care about are worth it?