It's possible, yeah. I mean, like you said, it's all data. It'd just be a matter of backing her up from a point before she died, I'd guess. But... I don't know if I want them to.
[It's clear from his tone and his expression that this is something he's been thinking about as well. He may not have met anybody who's dead, but given how all this data stuff had been explained, he'd eventually thought of the possibility on his own.]
Because what happens...to somebody who's dead when we finally leave here? Hell, for that matter, what happens to those of us who aren't? Are we gonna remember any of this when it's all said and done? Or is it just going to be like it never happened and we go back to our lives as usual?
[That's something he doesn't really like thinking about. Because if it's the latter, then all of this is...really fucking pointless. And pointless is a very close relative of despair and he REALLY wants to avoid those feelings, thanks.]
For people who are dead though...it doesn't really matter either way. They don't have a future to go back to after this. So bringing them here is...kind of cruel for everybody involved, don't you think? Especially for the dead people themselves.
[During the snowstorm, he hadn't been sure if he was truly allowed to feel happy about seeing her again. He couldn't stop feeling that way, of course. Because it's his sister and he never thought he'd get the chance to see her again. Of course he was going to be happy, even if it was only temporary. But there had been a certain amount of guilt as well. Because wow, that's really kind of selfish of him to hope for that, isn't it? And that guilt only gotten worse, and he's only grown more conflicted in the day since the incident. And his next words carry that conflicted sentiment as well, despite how hard he's trying to sound resolute in the matter.]
I want to see her again, I don't think there will ever be a day that I don't, but...more than that, I want her to rest in peace. She can't do that if she's here.
[He's just going to finally pick up his tea and start drinking it now, his eye isn't glassy, you're seeing things. It's just a dust. He's not about to start crying.]
action; you're just silly. AND I HAVE NO IDEA...
[It's clear from his tone and his expression that this is something he's been thinking about as well. He may not have met anybody who's dead, but given how all this data stuff had been explained, he'd eventually thought of the possibility on his own.]
Because what happens...to somebody who's dead when we finally leave here? Hell, for that matter, what happens to those of us who aren't? Are we gonna remember any of this when it's all said and done? Or is it just going to be like it never happened and we go back to our lives as usual?
[That's something he doesn't really like thinking about. Because if it's the latter, then all of this is...really fucking pointless. And pointless is a very close relative of despair and he REALLY wants to avoid those feelings, thanks.]
For people who are dead though...it doesn't really matter either way. They don't have a future to go back to after this. So bringing them here is...kind of cruel for everybody involved, don't you think? Especially for the dead people themselves.
[During the snowstorm, he hadn't been sure if he was truly allowed to feel happy about seeing her again. He couldn't stop feeling that way, of course. Because it's his sister and he never thought he'd get the chance to see her again. Of course he was going to be happy, even if it was only temporary. But there had been a certain amount of guilt as well. Because wow, that's really kind of selfish of him to hope for that, isn't it? And that guilt only gotten worse, and he's only grown more conflicted in the day since the incident. And his next words carry that conflicted sentiment as well, despite how hard he's trying to sound resolute in the matter.]
I want to see her again, I don't think there will ever be a day that I don't, but...more than that, I want her to rest in peace. She can't do that if she's here.
[He's just going to finally pick up his tea and start drinking it now, his eye isn't glassy, you're seeing things. It's just a dust. He's not about to start crying.]