Carolina sat down on a small grassy patch, right by the water?s edge, watching the rock skip across the water. It was a shot she wanted to get on film, but by the time she had her camera poised, it had disappeared under the surface.
She wasn?t surprised at Dillon?s question; she had been asked it multiple times. ?We still feel the pain and fear of death though. The bones cracking or the water burning your lungs, all of it. Well, most of us do,? she said as she picked at the grass lazily. ?Some choose to never connect to that part of the brain, the one that lets us feel pain. They?re shells at that point that float from one body to the next as the bodies are mutilated from misuse. What we do is unnatural, most bodies are not made for soul switching, let alone ones that have no pain receptors. Others, like myself, connect it so that if we are damaged anyway, we can feel it. I mean, that?s the purpose of pain, so why not use it, right.? She hated this part of her answer the most, she sounded as if she believed bodies were nothing more then meat suits. ?Truthfully, there?s only two ways I can truly die. One is being ripped from a body so that I am to damaged to enter another; and two, staying out of a body more then 29 days, both of which are painful in ways that few have the discomfort to feel.?
She laid down; the soft grass cradling the small of her back as her eyes lethargically looked from cloud to cloud in the sky. She folded her hands across her stomach, ?Have you ever wished you could change who you were? Not like, as a person, but your race. But now that I think about it, I don?t see why you would, I mean, you have one of the bests races out there?? she mused aloud, her eyes drooping periodically.
