[ Her face pales, and she feels her breath hitch in surprise-- a tension that translates to a new stiffness in her posture, one that causes her hand to go slack in his. Judging from his attitude about emotions, severing this 'tree' doesn't seem to be a mistake, a curse, or even a natural process, but a purposeful attack on himself in order to simply... not feel.
The immortals of her world, although once human, are not so different in that regard. Over time, they all become shells of who they once were: unfeeling, unbothered, and untested by time. But such is the price. And such is the choice.
Her whisper carries a delicate tremble, laden with sorrow. ]
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The immortals of her world, although once human, are not so different in that regard. Over time, they all become shells of who they once were: unfeeling, unbothered, and untested by time. But such is the price. And such is the choice.
Her whisper carries a delicate tremble, laden with sorrow. ]
...Was it worth it?