"How is it the same?"
"Well, he had legs. And a heart. And lungs. As far as you told me..."
"Yeah."
"Wonder if he got to run after all..." Elisa whispered as she stroked Mark's head. She was surprised at how pleasant to the touch scales could be.
"It's just a story. You're thinking about it too deeply."
"Still, I hope he got to run. Just like I hope this land will be covered by beautiful grass and flowers one day."
Her words didn't leave him indifferent, but he did his best to make it seem that way.
"Why do you even care about that?"
"I don't know, haha! It just... It'd be nice, I guess? I hope he got to run as much as he wanted, to get as far as he wanted, until his legs and heart gave out!" Elisa declared with a large grin on her face.
"Wasn't uh..." Mark chuckled. "Wasn't his legs and heart giving out the problem?"
