[ A gift of prophecy is a heavy burden. He's foreseen enough deaths — of old age or very suddenly, of course, as there was no illness in his village, not so long as his sister and her gift of healing were around — and he's seen more distant, less comprehensible endings, of things he knew he'd never live to see or shouldn't have, a mistake he'll realize after this dream ends.

But he shrugs. Even with all that he's seen and the mark it's left on him in the end, he just... gives a shrug, like he doesn't see the need for a greater debate on the matter. After all, Victor isn't wrong.

He knows of one very specific human who did just that, fifty years ago. It's simply a shame he has no memories of him, apart from what stories his mother would tell. ]

Choosing to die doesn't mean not fearing death or. Or not wanting to continue surviving. You still... do. You just. Well. Have something worth dying for, I guess.