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Don't be absurd. Of course love can be beaten by death. Almost everything is beaten by death.

I believe true love can surpass death. It has to, otherwise what would it all be for?

I just feel like there is something I am missing. I can feel it.

Well, you're young yet. Give yourself a couple of decades.

You'll grow out of it.

Death is but an obstacle.

[So it's been real. She hasn't been hallucinating, he is there for real.

Or she is losing her mind, in which case she is losing it in the most pleasant way possible.]

Daniel -- How?

That is the thing. I do not want to grow out of it. It is the only truth I know right now.

With that kind of youthful bravado, you should fighting a war, not pining for a lover.

[The name sounds right when she says it. He smiles, because there is just something about her he is drawn to.

This has to be it. She has to be the one he's been dreaming about. Such strange dreams. He reaches out a moment before hesitating. It would be weird, wouldn't it? To put his hand on her cheek when he does not even know her name, just her face. But she knows his.]

I can't believe it's really you...

I have never really been much of a fighter. I do not think I am much suited for it.

Do you? What, then, do you consider yourself suited for?

I have always been good with animals. I was thinking I might have been a veterinarian.

Is that so? Pity, that. Your services would have been much more in demand in the time when horses were the primary means of transport.

Horses are beautiful creatures. It is a shame they are not seen as the useful creatures they once were. They are very underrated

Indeed. It's a sign of the times, of course.

A shame I no longer keep horses. I might have employed your services.

I can't believe this is real.

[She doesn't yet know what is off, which is why she has no trouble stepping closer.

But then there is the fear: what if she touches him and he fades away? What if he is just an illusion?]

You died.

[Something is different between her and his impossible dreams, but at the same time, she was definitely the same woman. If only he could remember what had happened, instead of the strange mental analogy his mind had constructed of ridiculous things.]

It must not have stuck.

[A small attempt at humor as he smiled, every bit of the gesture genuine and he was left in the same situation. What if she was an illusion? She clearly recognized him. He hesitated a moment before reaching out, brushing the backs of his fingers against her cheek before cupping it with his hand.]

I thought you were a dream...

[She smiles as he touched her, and for a moment, the years between then and now are forgotten - but it's merely a moment, and there is no time to get lost in the past. Not when one doesn't know what is going in the present.]

Somehow.

[She put her hand on top of his, holding it against her cheek. He is real. He felt real. Either she is losing her mind, or... or all could be well again.]

I thought I had lost you years ago. Do you remember?

I think I would have enjoyed that. I can not imagine there is much of a job for me in that respect these days. I can not tolerate the kind of people who keep show horses or race horses for long.

What other talents have you, then?