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"He didn't remember the very first time he actually died very well. It wasn't as bad as remediation, but he remembered being afraid and worried and when he found himself alive again a few hours later with Mearth's wild green eyes peering down at him, he remembered still being afraid and worried. It was strange, he thought, to be afraid of being alive but being alive was worse than being dead in his mind."
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