[h3]Eastern Central Yharnam[/h3]
Hearing Ophelia's words, Gerlinde abruptly burst into laugher. “You guys take everything way to seriously. Who cares about the past and future? What importance is what came before or comes after? Salvation, light, ash, mentors, parents, children... why does any of that matter? We explore, we see, we learn, we kill and we grow stronger. What else do we need?” She giggled, closed her eyes and shook her head. “You wonder if there is an after? How could there not be? You haven't seen it yet, Philly, but I have been to the Nightmare outside the Dream... and neither you nor Farren has felt it the way Quilly and I have, but we can't die. And even if we did die, I can't imagine any other fate for us than being reborn as natives of the Nightmare. The world is so unimaginably far beyond what we can comprehend. [I]Nothing[/I] ever ends.”

Torquil just jogged on in silence, his gaze still fixed on the ground in front of him. He found himself wanting to agree with Gerlinde, yet unable to do so. He did not remember his past and desperately wanted it not to matter, for him not to care, but even so it continued to haunt him. And the idea of waking up with all of this behind him... to return to an existence like what he had left behind, to being weak, alone and forgotten... the idea did not sit well with him at all.
“Farren,” he said after a moment, looking up at the only other male Hunter in their group from below the brim of his new hat, “can I try that hammer of yours?”