Gunther twisted around to stare up at Valois. “You’ve died three times? But… couldn’t you have used magic to avoid all of those? I mean, robbed and stabbed?”
“My darling boy, think what happens to those around a man who never ages. They grow old, hm? And yet he remains the same. The time comes when an immortal must move on, and what better way to have the world forget him than to ‘die’ in the mortal realm? In earlier times it was far simpler to be forgotten. Move across country and – with travel being so rare a thing – those that once knew you would never know that you still lived. In more modern times, however, one’s exit must be final.”
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