Neverwinter Forest follow the beat of another conundrum

When it came to death, Mordecai found he was largely indifferent about it. It was an inevitably, as stated so often and at length by his mother. He knew there would come a time when all who lived in that present moment would cease to exist. For some of them, it would be today, tomorrow, or somewhere down the road. The interesting part in it was that they would never know exactly when, unless of course they were the ones taking matters into their own hands. Lecter had known he was going to die. That was something which had become common knowledge to Mordecai the longer he had known him. The way he spoke. The way others spoke.

It didn't mean that it hadn't affected him any less, but it was just as safe to say that the rebound period for Mordecai was not as long as it would have been for others. He had yet to lose something in such a way that would make his heart ache at length; even then, who knew how long he would really mourn anything of that accord. “I have a feeling that's how it always goes,” he answered, a bit more upbeat than previously. Mirthful, even. “Same with questions you feel you should have asked before a lengthy period when you don't see someone either, like a parent or a sibling.” Even now, he found he had existing questions that he wished he could have asked some of the living.