Emily: Where do souls go? Is there an afterlife? Dee: I can't tell you. Emily: Why? Dee: Why do you think? Emily: I don't know. Spoiler? Dee: You could say that. Emily: Is there a rule? Dee: Not really, but telling you is a bad idea. Emily: Oh, come on, please? Dee: No. Emily: Oh, fine. Dee: What are you doing? Emily: Climbing this tree. Dee: Any... reason? I didn't think humans were particularly tree-dwelling. Most of you, anyway. Emily: Oh this is just fun. Dee: Uh. People die from falling out of trees, though. Emily: Oh, come on, you're as bad as teachers. Hey, do you know when I'm going to die? Dee: ... No. Emily: Oh. But don't you have an hour glass? Dee (pulling an hourglass out of his robe): What, this? Uh... it's, uh... I guess it's symbolic. Emily: It doesn't do anything? Why do you have it? Dee: Because... because people imagine I do, I suppose.
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