Jul 2, 2015
naivehippolytus
“Today, a mortal asked me what I had that could drive me to want to live endlessly, day after day, without end. I did not answer her but it should seem simple; my children. My immortality seems a gift because, from it, I have had lifetimes with them.” He paused. “But I cannot help but wander about you. You do not have children, and yet you live without fail. Never once have you asked to be put to a final rest - not that we would allow it - but why? What reason do you have that compels you to live?”
