Right. Over thirteen-thousand years of nothing but memories...

[An immortal. Ten years together, and he knows that's a blink of time to Emet-Selch. His own life is the equivalent of a leisurely wait at the grocery store line for a man like that.]

[Hansa is quiet for a moment, before speaking up:]

I'm glad. That you want to keep existing for now. Maybe that's a bit selfish of me, but...I think a lot of people here are happy you're still around, too.