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That seems to be what hearts are best at.

And death does not make the pain stop. If we suffer so much in life, it only seems like the merciful thing to do to have it stop once our breath leaves.

But there is no mercy in death.

You have my sympathy. For now, I have only this lifetime to have felt it.

One lifetime is plenty. I hope that yours does not carry over to your death. Perhaps your kindness will spare you.

You look young. Forgive my asking.. How much time passed between your heart breaking and your death?

*covers her mouth with her hand as she chuckles*

I am no such thing. Young, that is.

It has been many years since -- Since I was .. murdered.

..I should have supposed that age would not carry over to the dead. I know immortals, those who will never age and never die.

Someone.. how awful!

We are all immortal, in one way or another. It is just that the life you live upstairs is limited. The life you live downstairs is the one that lasts for quite a long time.

*nods with a bit of a sigh*

Yes. Unfortunately, I was murdered while waiting for my betrothed to come and get me so that we could elope late one night.

Yes... Forgive me, I must sound terribly self-centered, thinking only in terms of how my.. kind? perhaps.. view the world.

*her features contort for a moment, and she bites her lip*

That's terrible.. I am sorry you have suffered so.

No, not self-centred. It is rather common of both sides of the coin. There's nothing to forgive.

*waves a hand, though her face is obviously saddened*

No bother. Better off without him.

Then why have one to begin with.

It seems we have no choice; we are born with one, and so we are born with pain.

Not if you numb your heart. It's the only part that lets someone down.

But the heart is connected to so many other things -- numbing it will only numb the rest of you.

You make it sound like a bad thing.

Isn't it, though! It's absolutely dreadful.

Oh! I'm...I'm terribly sorry. Will you be alright?

*nods, smiling somehwat*

Yes. It is something that I have learned to accept. It is just something that I felt needed to be brought to breathing peoples' awareness -- most don't realise that it happens this way.

"I never really thought much about life after death before."

This is a lie. After her father's death, Bella thought a great deal about any so-called afterlifes that may or may not exist. Quickly concluding that most religions would rapidly condemn Professor James Moriarty to a rather painful Hell, repressed these thoughts in order to concentrate upon the future.

But she will never admit this, mind you, not even on pain of torture.

Something very common. Most who live upstairs don't think about what happens once you've gone downstairs.

It's only after you've descended down that you really begin to understand.

I hope not.

Unfortunately -- it's true.

Who's heart?

Who's heart was broken?

Mine, unfortunately. But it was healed again, once I was able to set Victor free.

I'm glad you've healed.

It hurts terribly.

Thanks so much. It does make one feel better when she hears all of the well wishes from those she doesn't quite know all that well. At least, not yet.

*frowns*

Yes. It does. Those who haven't experienced the full depth of what it means to have one's heart truly shattered -- they don't understand. Not as they should. Have you had such a terrible experience, as well?

Very quietly, he says,

I might...

I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear you. What's that?

The sentiment isn't lost on me.

I know.

You do? You've experienced it, too?

Mmmhmmm.

My family died after I was turned.

My heart no longer beats but broke it did.

Forgive me; after you were turned into what?

*nods, sadly*

I am sorry that you had to experience all of that. It's a lot of bloody rubbish, if you ask me. But something that is unfortunately necessary in life, and in death.

Vampire.

Oh, yes, yes. Of course.

We don't see your lot Downstairs very often, but I'm quite aware of their existence.

It's rather like being dead for you, isn't it? A heart that has stopped beating that can still somehow break, despite its lack of movement.

It is like being dead because everything is lost over the passing of time.