[ He feels it this time as he's moved without any of his own impetus. Soon then. Good.
His heartbeat goes haywire with a natural fear of the end, but he focuses on his breath, lets it tremble as it needs to while he brings it under control. He's done this before, in many worse ways. Dying isn't anything to be afraid of when it's chosen and impermanent. Much less when it's handled with care.
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His heartbeat goes haywire with a natural fear of the end, but he focuses on his breath, lets it tremble as it needs to while he brings it under control. He's done this before, in many worse ways. Dying isn't anything to be afraid of when it's chosen and impermanent. Much less when it's handled with care.
He nods his acknowledgement, small but evident. ]
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