He gulped. "No, we aren't done chatting. Why aren't you afraid of dying?"
"Everything and everyone has an end," she said. "I mean, you're going to be killed soon and though I loathe the thought, you don't see me crying about that, either. I know what will happen, and I accept what cannot be changed. I'm trying to live while I can. While we can. Dwelling on the bad is what destroys all hints of joy.