It makes sense for her to be with him. They're both in indefinite existences, stuck in the same body day in day out, never changing until the day comes that they just poof out of existence. I change. And not just in the monthly way. I still grow. I'm going to get older. At some point I'll start wrinkling, getting grey hairs. I can scar.
It makes sense for them to want to be in this state of limbo together. Never changing.
It makes sense for people to want to be around people who can understand them. That's why me and Mitchell became so close. But Annie can understand Mitchell more than me. Maybe not quite yet, but she will. Mitchell's been around since world war one, she's only been around since last February. Well, she's only been like this since last February. But they have indefinite years to understand each other.
I have a human lifespan. Probably less than that, what with the monthly organ failure. I could never understand Mitchell's fear of forever, and by the time he met me, he was beginning to forget the fear of old age (or the fear of dying young and sick). But the other-ness of us both, and the fact that we got on, was enough. It had to be.
It doesn't have to be any more.
It makes sense for her to be with him.
It makes sense.