You just killed me, like, five times, and yet, every time I die I seem to come back. Alive and well.
I could not remember how many times I was killed since the Curse of Twilight broke out. But what I knew was that it is a curse.
If only the gods would allow you to be immortal like me. So that you'll know what's it like to never rest or know peace again. Even if I do make the world a better place, everything seems to fall apart.
Now, do you want to live forever? Even the sweetest dreams will become unbearable the longer you linger.