"I do not understand." Azriel felt genuinely befuddled by her words. "Am I not already dead?"
She lowered her hands and shook her head.
"You are. But... you have a way of always managing to come back to life, it seems. What I meant was a permanent solution. A way to make you stay dead."
"Permanent? Well, if I had chosen the other option, the one where my soul incinerated into nothing, I would imagine that qualifies as permanent enough. Would it not?"
"...That is what we believe..."
She started walking again, and Azriel followed.
"But since it is you... what if, even with your soul reduced to nothing, you still find some way to survive?"
"What the hell? Am I some sort of cockroach?"
Or were they simply that paranoid?
She let out a small, weak laugh as Azriel quickened his pace to keep up with her.
"You would not know this, but today marks the beginning of a new universal year, and a new age. Four hundred ninety-one thousand A.S., to be precise."
Azriel tilted his head.
