A simple hurt does not always deserve death, no. But if they threaten to chain us and bind us and turn us into little more than slaves...

[ He makes a noise at the back of his throat. For a moment his vision seems to cloud and he's somewhere else, gaze distant. ]

I can't do that again, Adalia. I spent a thousand years doing nothing but sleeping or snatching brief snippets of conversation with people who thought I could grant them power. I'm not doing it again. I cannot, you understand?

[ Dreary, dreary, endless days. An eternity. ]