What I truly want has been stolen. Longevity may actually be the opposite. [ It’s a dark thing to say, but after what’s happened, it’s all that he thinks. He doesn’t expect that any immortal creature, regardless of its element, might understand where he’s coming from with this. That alienation is to be expected, though.

Sirius takes a moment to study Sebastian’s face. It’s an attempt to ascertain his character from it, but the other’s handsome, cat-like smile doesn’t leave a lot to work with. Still, though, there is comfort in the butler’s manner of speaking. The butler speaks as if he knows what lies beyond the next stretch ahead. He implies that he’s now past the few millennia of chaos, able to enjoy something as simply as waiting for something new to happen.

The next question feels a little sudden: ] What do you think of humans?

[ Does something like Sebastian care about them at all? ]

My apologies to think that you aren’t one, based on your energy and not your form. You’re welcome to ignore me if you’d like.

[ His own manners at play, by fairy nobility. Despite the invitation he extends Sebastian's way to pass on an answer, Sirius is curious. It’s interesting to know that fairies aren't alone in living as humans, or in masking themselves as such. ]