"I do not wish to die," Penelope said, as she had before. "But I don't think I wish to live how I don't want to live either."
"And how do you want to live?" Vol asked, the question coming naturally, even if he wasn't particularly enthused to know the answer.
"I don't know!" Penelope declared, with her widest grin. She was a radiant woman, even in the dark light of dawn, one could still make out the finest of her features.
"You have half a mind, woman," Vol growled irritably. "You start to say one thing, and then give up mid sentence."
"Isn't that wonderful?" She said. "The world is so exciting! There is so much going on outside! It doesn't make sense to be distracted by a goal for long enough to forget everything else."
"Hm," Vol hardly understood a word of what she was getting at. "You make it sound as though you've never been outside."
