[ This should... change something, maybe. He should feel less solid, less extant. There should be something that becomes clearer and makes it easier to accept - but there isn't. Numbly, stupidly, Kravitz puts the book he's been reading to one side and just... stares at his hand. Front, back, turning it over to examine. It's the same, it's all the same.
Except... ]
Do they know how long it lasts?
[ His instinct is to get up and go to Taako, to somehow make this better. But he knows, now, that just his being here is only making everything worse. Because he meant every word of the promises he made, and he's not going to be able to keep a single one. For the first time in a thousand years, he thinks of the time he has, and knows it to be limited. ]
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Except... ]
Do they know how long it lasts?
[ His instinct is to get up and go to Taako, to somehow make this better. But he knows, now, that just his being here is only making everything worse. Because he meant every word of the promises he made, and he's not going to be able to keep a single one. For the first time in a thousand years, he thinks of the time he has, and knows it to be limited. ]
I'm not... familiar, with how these things work.