“Do you feel old?” His gaze was unflinching. A child—a girl, he’d called her. She was a girl to him. Even when she became an old woman—if she lived that long—she’d still be a child in comparison to his life span. Her mission depended upon his seeing her otherwise, but she still said, “These days, I am very glad to be a mortal, and to only have to endure this life once. These days, I don’t envy you at all.” “And before?” It was her turn to stare toward the horizon. “I used to wish I had a chance to see it all—and hated that I never would.” She could feel him forming a question, but she started
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