[Taloned hands curl tighter at the oar he's holding, expression pulled tight around his thoughts. For a moment there's only the drip of water from stalagtites scattered above them, the rythmic sloosh of the disappearing boat up ahead.

He breaks it though, after a moment.]

Immortality...it sounds positively awful.

[As someone who'd reached the end of himself after years of living with missing memories, holes in his mind that left him riddled with guilt and uncertainty that cut like a knife. Even before all that, as someone with a big, bright love of adventure, who's rarely lived a dull day as long as he can recall-- he can't imagine immortality being something anyone would want.]

Death isn't really anything to be feared, my dear. It's just the way of things. Trust me, I'm a doctor, I've seen plenty of it.