Lawrence's voice paused.
"Death has already become vague to us, yet even so, you still feel you will die—die on the path to seeking the truth, die in that cold northern land."
Death, an incredibly serious and cruel term, but on these two monster-like individuals, it seemed to have lost its original meaning. It was a term belonging to mortals, no longer able to confine these monsters on the path to Ascension.
However, the now immortal monster seemed to have foreseen something. He knew of his own death, accepting it calmly, going forward with delight.
"I'm not so absolute in my words... It's not certain; I'm just a bit uneasy."
The Plague Doctor thought for a short while, then continued.
