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Her summary was swift and poignant, true to the fact that she had indeed put thought into this immortality business. He had not, and suddenly found himself thinking of all the things that could have been, or could be, with such power. It did not tempt him either because she brought up a very good point, one that he nodded with agreeably. Life would lose that meaning, those special moments that made it worthwhile when things were bad would have absolutely little to no meaning whatsoever. And that sounded like a very boring, miserable existence, to have seen everything once and be condemned to repeat it endlessly.

Yet it was another avenue of her speech that opened up curiosity for Mordecai, who left her questions wordlessly answered in his agreement. “I reckon life is precious, though I suppose death could be an inspiration to do more. What kind of a mark are you wanting to leave on the world?” He had not gone out into the world searching to leave his own mark. He had not gone out there to find a place to found his own legacies or lack thereof. Mordecai had simply gone out into the world to see what it had to offer, and now it had effectively trapped him in there, in this little patch of wilderness. He hadn't wanted to settle down, not so readily, but the hand he had been dealt decided to be played another way.