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“I remember a friend once asking me that if I was immortal, what would I live for? What would be my sole purpose of living? As if I could live for one thing in the entire world, one passion, one belonging.
“It's funny though, when the world stops. When the whole of existence, even time itself pauses, just at that moment where you make the biggest decision of your life.
“However when you're immortal, I don't think you'd have only one of those moments.
“An even more peculiar thing is when you come to realise that you've had too many of these time-pausing incidences, too many years under your belt to ever be mortal.
“Time goes on and on, people around you die, your days become longer. You feel you've seen too much - that you've seen too many wars, that you have too many memories to fit in your mind. When the wrinkles accumulate on your face, when the bags under your eyes grow lower and lower as you become tired over your life. You’ve been around for too long to ever be mortal.”