"...." These are things he cannot nor does not wish to argue. It is true enough. Anyone can die, even those who supposedly cannot. He has already proven this. But that is neither here nor now.

"...my people..." He says this pensively, looking past the fireplace, at a location far from where they converse that only he can see. Those at the foot of the mountain keep he'd claimed saw him as responsible for them now. It was not what he'd wanted. All he had wanted was peace, a place he could dwell and not have to worry about waiting for the next time the sky fell upon him. But then he'd found out he wasn't the only one who feared such things.

"I have not been able to assist the people. I have only begun to understand their struggles." Slowly he turns his head, bringing his thoughts back to the present, his attention back to the cat on the floor. "And now I am here, where I cannot help them. But instead we are expected to help another people regain their society, while simultaneously building our own."