“A little annoying, hmm. Explains how easily I get frustrated with myself.” Sonia’s smile fades a bit, though her eyes are still amused. “You are different, and that is a good thing. Given who I am, what more am I than human? Fatally, awfully human, human a billion times over?” Her head tilts to one side, as she considers the words she’s just spilled. “Immortality is nothing but a function of mine. Again, I cannot speak for you, but I think there is some humanity that keeps me this way. It’s not a bad thing, I think. Yes, annoying at times, but.”
Carefully listening, they closely note the way Sonia’s expression seems to change a bit. There is something intriguing about the way that she describes herself as being fatally human many times over. It’s a trait that they’ve observed in many representatives – almost a natural function of being who they were. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing for your kind either. Given how directly connected the fate of people are to you – it makes sense to have some kind of humanity that keeps those of your station in the way that they are.”

