He tenses up a little at the arm; his chest still hurts like a bitch. But of course Rosinante doesn't get anywhere near the injuries, and tensing up just makes them hurt more, so he tries to relax. It helps to reach over and grab for Rosinante's hand with his own.
"Well, there is always the inevitable heat death of the universe. Probably all universes. Entropy and all that. So I suppose we don't have infinite time." He always has to just pick everything apart, doesn't he?
"But you're right. It's no different from being alive in the first place, just continue on until you can't anymore." Whether that's because your body dies or because your will to live does, but he doesn't voice that part. He's not giving up anytime soon.
"After all, we still have quite a lot to do." Sailing, sure, but other things too. Now that the existential crisis portion of this thought train has passed, his hedonistic, survivalist brain is almost giddy with the idea of infinite lifetimes to try infinite things. Learn infinite things. Try infinite experiments. They could basically become gods and— let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet.
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"Well, there is always the inevitable heat death of the universe. Probably all universes. Entropy and all that. So I suppose we don't have infinite time." He always has to just pick everything apart, doesn't he?
"But you're right. It's no different from being alive in the first place, just continue on until you can't anymore." Whether that's because your body dies or because your will to live does, but he doesn't voice that part. He's not giving up anytime soon.
"After all, we still have quite a lot to do." Sailing, sure, but other things too. Now that the existential crisis portion of this thought train has passed, his hedonistic, survivalist brain is almost giddy with the idea of infinite lifetimes to try infinite things. Learn infinite things. Try infinite experiments. They could basically become gods and— let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet.