“I don’t know what loss is? Is that what you think? Do you know what it’s like to attend five funerals? Have you ever had a child, watched them grow, start a family of their own? I did. And every time, I watched them age into dust whilst I just existed. I don’t eat. I don’t sleep. Breathing is a courtesy I don’t even care for anymore. Just last week, I buried my great, great, great grandson. He was 90 years old. His grandchildren knew next to nothing about him, but they all know me. They’re young. Mortal. Foolish. They see an immortal and think, ‘I wish I could live forever.’ … I wish I couldn’t.”