“Rachel … will I die someday?”

“Yes. Everything dies.”

He knew the answer already. Call-and-response. We had done this.

“What about the people inside of me? The animals?”

“They’re already dead,” I said. No matter how many times I said it, Borne would never understand.

“No, they’re not dead, Rachel. I killed them but they’re not dead. You’re wrong. I don’t think they will ever die.”

“In whatever way was important to them, Borne, they are dead.”

  • Borne
David Merrique