“Uh….no?”, was all that Dante could manage.
Lysa “humphed ” a laugh. “What do you mean ‘uh…no?’” she said “Oh yeah, kid, you’re dead, and not figure of speech dead. You’re ‘dead’, dead. D-E-A-D. Dead. Sooner you come to accept it, the sooner we can move on and go about our forever.”
“I’m not dead.”, Dante said firmly.
“Uh…yeah…ya are.” Lysa retorted with the certainty of someone arguing that the grass was green and the sky was blue.
“No, I’m not.” Dante replied.
“Yes, you are.,” Lysa said back.
“No I’m not,” he said.
“Yes you are,” she pressed
“No I’m not!” he spat.
“Yes you are!” she spat back.