[ His jaw clenches. He can understand her anger, but such is the view of someone who doesn't have eternity to live. Someone for whom death can come without warning.
It's simply one of those things they cannot comprehend because they haven't lived it. ]
I do accept it, [ he says tensely. ] I am leaving it in your hands, am I not? You still don't understand just how old I am - I have lived, loved, and lost so much more than you can imagine. I have seen the rise and fall of civilisations even your historians have forgotten about.
[ He pushes her hands away, face grim. ] As I said: I am no hero. Therefore, I am not martyring myself. Such concepts are your invention. I am simply old. I have nothing more to give to our star besides stories of your past. Can you not let me die on my own terms this time?
[Irhya stares at the ground, then punches it, grinding her teeth.]
...Stupid.
[Maybe he's right, and they are just at another impasse between mortal and immortal, but it doesn't make her any happier to think that. She may have to get Hythlodaeus's advice... whether he thinks she should leave it alone or try to get him to change his mind.
Even when she stands up, she still doesn't look very happy. In fact, she glances away as she offers him her hand to help him stand as well.]
[ He can tell she doesn't like his answer. That's fine. It's his life to live or end.
Grasping her hand, he lets her pull him to his feet, stooping afterwards to collect his fallen weapon. As he brushes off the soil and grass, he wonders if there is anything left worth living for. ]
...I'm sorry, [ he says quietly as they make their way back. He doesn't know what else to say. ]
And so begins another age of conflict, [ he says in light jest, shaking his head with a short sigh. ] I will make the most of my time here with you, Irhya. That is what you do, isn't it? Make every second of every minute of every day count.
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It's simply one of those things they cannot comprehend because they haven't lived it. ]
I do accept it, [ he says tensely. ] I am leaving it in your hands, am I not? You still don't understand just how old I am - I have lived, loved, and lost so much more than you can imagine. I have seen the rise and fall of civilisations even your historians have forgotten about.
[ He pushes her hands away, face grim. ] As I said: I am no hero. Therefore, I am not martyring myself. Such concepts are your invention. I am simply old. I have nothing more to give to our star besides stories of your past. Can you not let me die on my own terms this time?
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...Stupid.
[Maybe he's right, and they are just at another impasse between mortal and immortal, but it doesn't make her any happier to think that. She may have to get Hythlodaeus's advice... whether he thinks she should leave it alone or try to get him to change his mind.
Even when she stands up, she still doesn't look very happy. In fact, she glances away as she offers him her hand to help him stand as well.]
Well, come on. I'll take you back.
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Grasping her hand, he lets her pull him to his feet, stooping afterwards to collect his fallen weapon. As he brushes off the soil and grass, he wonders if there is anything left worth living for. ]
...I'm sorry, [ he says quietly as they make their way back. He doesn't know what else to say. ]
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[Her tone is gentle, but she still doesn't look at him. Her expression does soften to something sadder, however.]
But I can't agree with it. I won't.
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...Thanks.
[It's a tiny admission, spoken with the air of a cat who just did something embarrassing. She pushes a little closer.]
I'm sorry if all of this is weighing on you. But I want to hope you'll find a reason to live on by being here.
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He's not sure how to reply to her at first. There's a lengthy silence as he mulls over what to say. ]
...Even...if I did, it would only be until you or Felih passed.