[He's always been dying. Tethered to the concept irrevocably, the same way a fallen child with buttercups between their lips and blood sores crackling their skin could never be remembered as anything but an unavoidable tragedy.]
[They can't know why he was dying. If it was sickness, or some injury, or something they can't explain or describe. Curiosity would demand they ask, but the nice thing about questions is that, in events such as these, they don't necessarily need to crop up. If one doesn't know the answer, one doesn't need to put it forward.]
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[He's always been dying. Tethered to the concept irrevocably, the same way a fallen child with buttercups between their lips and blood sores crackling their skin could never be remembered as anything but an unavoidable tragedy.]
[They can't know why he was dying. If it was sickness, or some injury, or something they can't explain or describe. Curiosity would demand they ask, but the nice thing about questions is that, in events such as these, they don't necessarily need to crop up. If one doesn't know the answer, one doesn't need to put it forward.]
He still might show up someday.