Master Scholar, such as it is, it may be too late. Some of us... we've
already changed. For the better, I feel.
( impossible as it seemed to start, but it's true, and he smiles,
small and wry. who'd have thought? in this world, this deathless world, to
have that, the earmark of life? )
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Master Scholar, such as it is, it may be too late. Some of us... we've already changed. For the better, I feel.
( impossible as it seemed to start, but it's true, and he smiles, small and wry. who'd have thought? in this world, this deathless world, to have that, the earmark of life? )