Upon Vestia: Chapter Eleven

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She blinked and nodded, "Yea...?"

Vanessa sighed, looking away. "Immortality... Is too much a burden. There is no beauty in it. While mortality and aging is like a flower, with the beauty of birth and the color of life, and the tranquil sleep of death, immortality is like stone, dull, unmoving, unchanging. In the end, we simply fade away from our former selves, but we have no way of death other than violence."

Shane frowned as he listened to Vanessa. That was a sad way to look at life.

"Well I dunno if it's as romantic as all that," Ellie said, nudging her bowl around the table with one finger, "And a lot of us think there is an immortal afterlife afterwards, but yeah. Living forever seems bad."

"It gets tiring, but as long as we have a purpose, then I suppose it is alright." She sighed, "That is why the Family has such an arrogant goal, to be a god is to have an eternal purpose. It would give them meaning... I heard that Merith was found in a hermit's home? Itis a wonder how he managed to stay sane and lively."