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[hollow_king]

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[hollow_king]

He sighs. "How many lives must a man live before he's allowed to die, to leave the world and consciousness behind forever?"

[callmefives]

And that catches him even more off guard, because he knows of plenty of incredibly long-lived species--though he tries not to dwell on the idea, given how brutally short his own life is designed to be--but he's not sure what to make of the idea of multiple lives. "How many have you had?" It's part curiosity, part buying time to think.

[hollow_king]

He shrugs. "I could not say, indeed, living is not truly the word for what my existence has been down these last centuries. Sixteen generations, perhaps, or more, and if I had the family line written before me perhaps I could list my deaths but it is not a number I can recall easily."

[callmefives]

"... how does that even work?"

[hollow_king]

"Do you know anything of magic?"

[callmefives]

"Not a kriffing thing."

[hollow_king]

"Then I am not sure that you would understand."