[She twists her ponytail in her hands, looking down at the ground.] I will not die so easily, even after that... There are things I am curious about, and want to see what happens. [or, in other words, she'll keep finding excuses to hold it off.] I do not like what you said, but I understand why you said it.

[She pitches her voice low in a poor parody of his voice] 'Care for you, Oona, and would be sad if you died.' [She returns to her normal voice and tilts her head in amusement as she glances to him] Is it so hard to say? Stupid.