[ malkuth takes a sip of her beer, resting her cheek in her hand as her smile remains, if dimming a little. it doesn't embitter it... but there's still a sort of drop in her stomach, a kind of disappointment that comes when the curtains fall, the lights turn on, the performers have taken their bows. nostalgic and sad, just like the memories she owns. ]

... Yeah, it is. Thanks for playing along with my silly wishes, Mr. Gaze. I'll tell you what you'd like to know. What was it again...? If I've died before?

[ and whatever else she might be able to answer, within reason. ]

This is my third life. But I didn't really die in my last life, just my first. The second time... was more like being put to sleep. So just once in a traditional sense.