[He was burning. The memory of his skin on fire, his body falling apart doesn't leave him. Death was painful and final and bleak. He was claimed by the rot perpetually.

There was intense pain as parts of him sloughed off, bones charring, world fading to black in more ways then one.

Death in the Green was the same only he burned, but being a tree and burning was different then being a human. Fading away to nothing.

Sitting beside the fire he puts his hands on his knees again and looks to her.]

If you truly believe that then take comfort in the fact that nothing is wasted.

[Human comfort doesn't work so well for him anymore.]

Human bodies decay and crumble, but their proteins, amino acids, fade away and nourish the soil. The roots feed on the remains of the red kingdom's creatures and when they grow they will feed the next generations.

So you live on. In one person and another, and not just in such an essential part of life way - in a personal way. Memories and parts of yourself exist constantly for other human beings.

If that's truly what happened to you, then you've become part of something far larger then either of us, but again.

[He holds out his hand to her.]

Death is not forever. Especially in a world like ours.