[ Somehow, it makes sense to Marita. After all she has been through, she's not going to quickly pass the judgement of an immortal death photographer, but she knows Scully isn't in any mortal danger — at least, not from this particular X-file. ]
As dire as her letter may have sounded, if our universe is consistent, Agent Scully is well and alive. Perhaps she was working closely with him at the time and that "seeing Death" was meant in that manner and she was merely observing him, or...
[ She pauses, contemplating her words. 'Or pass the knowledge over to her?' But would that have been possible? To pass one's immortality to the next — would that have been a paradox? It sounded something from a Greek epic full of Gods and Goddesses with immense power and the greater strength over mortals. Marita tosses away the suggestion, not fully convinced that it's possible anyway.
Instead, she gingerly fishes for the note in her pocket and hands it to Mulder. ] She left this for me.
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As dire as her letter may have sounded, if our universe is consistent, Agent Scully is well and alive. Perhaps she was working closely with him at the time and that "seeing Death" was meant in that manner and she was merely observing him, or...
[ She pauses, contemplating her words. 'Or pass the knowledge over to her?' But would that have been possible? To pass one's immortality to the next — would that have been a paradox? It sounded something from a Greek epic full of Gods and Goddesses with immense power and the greater strength over mortals. Marita tosses away the suggestion, not fully convinced that it's possible anyway.
Instead, she gingerly fishes for the note in her pocket and hands it to Mulder. ] She left this for me.