Maybe not for the first fifty, sixty years. Then it would, unless you turn everyone you give a shit about. Death's a part of life, you're supposed to do it.
Yes and no. Cool in theory, but I'll pass on getting here or someplace like it the long way. I'll squeeze in enough living in the time I've been allotted.
[She doesn't say that she can only imagine immortality because it would mean she can't die. Even if she does want to stop being a vigilante eventually, it's hard to break out of that mindset where she expects to get killed before she's thirty.]
Great-grandbabies, huh? You might wanna get a start on your own kids if that's the plan.
[he's got a pretty good idea anyway. even teenagers who aren't vigilantes can't usually imagine living to eighty. despite his recent and temporary death--or maybe because of it--peter believes his grandfather's old dream that he'll live a long, full life.]
Not here, thanks. And they'd be wee little great-grandbabies. Gotta outdo Nic somehow.
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