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had done. To make me immortal."
"And Ravel did. But when she first tested your immortality and killed you,
you forgot everything. Everything."
His voice sounded broken, and he nodded, "And the Planes have been dying
ever since. The crime is great, and the blame is mine."
"There are so many questions I have for you - who are you, what was your
life like? Who-"
The incarnation shook his head, cutting me off. "When I become no more,
when I merge with you, you will have the answers you seek. It may take
some time to sort them out, but they are there." He smiled ruefully. "It is
difficult to communicate a life with words."
"Very well, then..." I nodded, swallowing hard. I was unsure whether I could
take this last step, "We shall become as one. Are you ready?"
"One last thing... just this..." The incarnation paused for a moment,
searching my features. "Before I return to oblivion - there is something I
would know."
"I can spare a little time for this - what do you wish to know?"
He studied my eyes, his expression somber. "Did you live your life - the brief
life you have had? In the end... was it worth it?"
I thought for a good while, mulled over the flickering of time I had been
given. Waking in that cold womb of the Mortuary. Escaping with Morte
jabbering at my side. All the wounds I'd taken, all the strange beings I'd met,
all the friends I'd made. So much sensation at my fingertips as a Sensate. So
much toil and purpose as a Godsman. Could a mortal have lived so much in
the scant few months I've had? Or would he have seen more by letting his
death come to him rather than seeking it out?
I smiled, and looked up to the incarnation, waiting patiently for my answer.
"It seemed so.... short. What little I experienced, I enjoyed, and I do not wish
to forget it."
He nodded, and for a moment I thought he was going to say something, but
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