[She's stopped laughing and her smile is fading. To be able to hear anything from Thyra is a blessing, she tells herself, but this is starting to hurt too much. She forces herself to stand, although her legs are still a little shakey.]

I -- [She looks down. It's not easy to admit.] I know I'm going to die. I know that there's...there's no way I can explain this without sounding -- weird.

[A sharp intake of breath and she looks up again at her.] But I -- how can you explain where you are now? How else can you explain it? Look at me, Thyra! I am me, and -- I know it doesn't make sense, but here, I am alive! What else could this be?