06-23-2015, 08:53 PM
Both men shared a glance at her claim of psychic capabilities. The two men frowned, then had decidedly different reactions. White looked to Koloman with a disgusted expression, while Koloman flashed a cocky smile. The pair held the look a moment, then spoke almost in unison; "Old. In a bed. Natural causes."
For White, it was probably the worst death imaginable. Wasted away, weak, useless, forgotten. Sure it meant he never met his better, but that didn't help.
"Old age, in a bed surrounded by weeping family."
And for Koloman, it wasn't such a terrible thought really. Long life, successful, remembered.
"It's old age isn't it? Fuck that would be terrible."
White scowled and sipped his coffee.
Koloman however looked to Claire again, "By your accent, you are American? I did not realize they had much of a fortune teller tradition there. So dare I ask where I die? Or will you allow me my illusion of six teary-eyed grey-haired children and a hundred grandchildren crowded around my death bed?"
For White, it was probably the worst death imaginable. Wasted away, weak, useless, forgotten. Sure it meant he never met his better, but that didn't help.
"Old age, in a bed surrounded by weeping family."
And for Koloman, it wasn't such a terrible thought really. Long life, successful, remembered.
"It's old age isn't it? Fuck that would be terrible."
White scowled and sipped his coffee.
Koloman however looked to Claire again, "By your accent, you are American? I did not realize they had much of a fortune teller tradition there. So dare I ask where I die? Or will you allow me my illusion of six teary-eyed grey-haired children and a hundred grandchildren crowded around my death bed?"