...I forgot, you've seen so much in so long. You've seen more stories than the ones her life, and the lives of her friends, have spawned in—over a hundred and twenty years? [She tucks a strand of stray blonde hair behind her ear.] That must seem like so little time to you.

[And yet—she seems so human, had the same problems that a human might, just...worse, for living through it for so much longer.]

I am happy. As happy as anyone could be while carrying a passenger around in their head, anyway.