"Mortality is a curious concept. From the moment we are born, we are set on a timer, and the actions we take each burn down the seconds. We live our lives ignoring that wick, until, in an instant, it suddenly fades. And yet, until then, we will burn so brightly: we will love and we'll lose, and we'll ache and achieve, but the world will be brighter from the choices we've made. But for us few, those blessed by the gods, our bodies are resilient and warded from death. No sickness or sword can snuff out our wick. No black-armour knight untethers our soul. Blessed to live lifetimes, again and again. Blessed to keep watching, as wicks burn away. Blessed to have loved and blessed to have lost, and blessed by the gods to lose once again, because love lasts longer than the people who leave. So when you live lifetimes you learn not to love, for the fearful eternities of longing that wait. You mortals are lucky, to live a lifetime and die. Us few who are blessed, live a lifetime alive, then remain on this world for a thousand deaths more." 

- Eliza Lyrelia, the Red Witch