[Irhya's comment gets a slight narrowing of the eyes, and a demonstrative shrug.]
My greatest problem? Of course death comes more naturally to mortals- it's your defining characteristic, after all. While some of us are capable of possessing more than one trait at a time.
[It was easy to fall back into arrogance, when things were uncomfortable. It was much better than admitting he was afraid of dying. Oh, he'd lost any number of mortal hosts over the years, but even at its worst, it had never been more than a briefly uncomfortable nuisance. He'd never felt threatened. But to genuinely die, after this long....
And this crystal came from his mirror, presumably his timeline, not theirs. While he couldn't give up, even if he desired to, it was somewhat disheartening of his chances.
What the hell was he even going to do with this thing.]
...And I still mean those words, Mira. For what little good it does any of us. [As his tone grows colder, sharper; looking slowly between the two, the Ascian shakes his head in mock-disappointment.] But I know well enough not to expect your assistance in this. If I survive, some version of our star that you'll never see will be Rejoined. And you can't accept that.
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My greatest problem? Of course death comes more naturally to mortals- it's your defining characteristic, after all. While some of us are capable of possessing more than one trait at a time.
[It was easy to fall back into arrogance, when things were uncomfortable. It was much better than admitting he was afraid of dying. Oh, he'd lost any number of mortal hosts over the years, but even at its worst, it had never been more than a briefly uncomfortable nuisance. He'd never felt threatened. But to genuinely die, after this long....
And this crystal came from his mirror, presumably his timeline, not theirs. While he couldn't give up, even if he desired to, it was somewhat disheartening of his chances.
What the hell was he even going to do with this thing.]
...And I still mean those words, Mira. For what little good it does any of us. [As his tone grows colder, sharper; looking slowly between the two, the Ascian shakes his head in mock-disappointment.] But I know well enough not to expect your assistance in this. If I survive, some version of our star that you'll never see will be Rejoined. And you can't accept that.