Six
*Albedo's voice sounds weak, like he's badly injured.* How cruelly fragile this mortal body is...I'd merely begun to enjoy myself, yet it would seem the flames that should have merely caressed my skin only to leave no lasting mark have all but consumed parts of my body, eaten away at flesh I now find vital. I wonder...shall I now experience for myself whether or not true people revive as the drones do?
Heh...this lack of certainty is truly novel. Life and death have suddenly become more than mere words...grown to possibilities. But still, if death truly is but a momentary break from reality, then I'm not truly mortal, am I? But such is also true for everyone upon this stage.
Ahh...my body is trembling...the effects of prolonged injury? Such weakness...it would be infuriating were I not so exhausted. Am I then to become invalid until either death offers release or time mends my body? Is this, beyond mere pain, why you humans so fear even injuries with no threat of mortality? I can certainly see...why something so limiting might be feared now.
Heh...this lack of certainty is truly novel. Life and death have suddenly become more than mere words...grown to possibilities. But still, if death truly is but a momentary break from reality, then I'm not truly mortal, am I? But such is also true for everyone upon this stage.
Ahh...my body is trembling...the effects of prolonged injury? Such weakness...it would be infuriating were I not so exhausted. Am I then to become invalid until either death offers release or time mends my body? Is this, beyond mere pain, why you humans so fear even injuries with no threat of mortality? I can certainly see...why something so limiting might be feared now.