[ Adra's neither perturbed nor deterred. He looks young, hardly more than twenty or so, but he's an old man. He knows, too, the lovely surging of anger. The battery it provides, the clarity. He finds it difficult to deny, even now, after hundreds of years of trying. ]
No. Just experience.
[ He shrugs. ]
Maybe she does. But do you?
[ Do you deserve to suffer? To tear yourself apart, and be torn?
He doesn't think so, of course. He doesn't think anyone deserves that. ]
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No. Just experience.
[ He shrugs. ]
Maybe she does. But do you?
[ Do you deserve to suffer? To tear yourself apart, and be torn?
He doesn't think so, of course. He doesn't think anyone deserves that. ]