It's not trust, but mutual healing. It's not clinging to life, but choosing to be remembered. Two ghosts who don't want to die: one refuses to devour, and uses metal as a substitute; the other refuses to be treated as breeding stock, and locks their telomeres inside a story. Together, they define what it means to be human: not living through infinite time, but having every choice that need never be reset remembered by a finite number of people within a finite span of time.
