[Amazons don't have cemeteries like men do. Their bodies are burned after death, offered back up to the gods. Then again, so few Amazons had died during Diana's lifetime that she'd also never really thought about it much. Only after leaving the island had she fully realized the absolute certainty of death for mortal men. She'd also begun to understand their desire to hold on to those they lost. Their lives were so short--it was impossible to know someone fully in such a small span of time.
It isn't until the girl looks up that Diana recognizes her face. The girl from the dream--memory? She still isn't quite sure. But a sense of delight takes hold of her, though she isn't quite sure why or where it has come from. Her smile grows wide, and she nods in agreement.]
True. I have never seen anywhere as beautiful as Themyscira.
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It isn't until the girl looks up that Diana recognizes her face. The girl from the dream--memory? She still isn't quite sure. But a sense of delight takes hold of her, though she isn't quite sure why or where it has come from. Her smile grows wide, and she nods in agreement.]
True. I have never seen anywhere as beautiful as Themyscira.
[And after a beat:]
You remember, then.