That, at least, is offered gently enough. He won't blame Ardbert for assuming that meant immortality, for all that he doubts that had been her intention. Besides, it's easier than answering the question about why she's dead and his soul very nearly aches at the question. That she would ask is no surprise. He can hardly hide his soul from her, no matter how he might try.
There's no way to make it easy, either. Regardless of what he says, it's going to hurt. Both him and her, he suspects. Not least of all because he can't lie to her, of all people. There is however, a sigh before he answers - he will answer, because she asked. But he knows full well the answer is not like to be comfortable.
"You died trying to save people. Trying to find answers that no one else would have."
And while she hadn't succeeded, it's fitting that at the very end she'd still been herself. Still been Azem.
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That, at least, is offered gently enough. He won't blame Ardbert for assuming that meant immortality, for all that he doubts that had been her intention. Besides, it's easier than answering the question about why she's dead and his soul very nearly aches at the question. That she would ask is no surprise. He can hardly hide his soul from her, no matter how he might try.
There's no way to make it easy, either. Regardless of what he says, it's going to hurt. Both him and her, he suspects. Not least of all because he can't lie to her, of all people. There is however, a sigh before he answers - he will answer, because she asked. But he knows full well the answer is not like to be comfortable.
"You died trying to save people. Trying to find answers that no one else would have."
And while she hadn't succeeded, it's fitting that at the very end she'd still been herself. Still been Azem.