Anna sees Lawrence part his lips and hurries to speak before he can. She's sure she can approach this more diplomatically than her brother can.
"When Peter met Farina, he was... Twenty three? Farina was six hundred years old. He told us that's young for a Draenei. Some of them have been around for thousands of years. They don't die of old age like we do. If the two of them fell in love and made a life together, eventually there would be a day when she was still around and he wasn't. She told him it hurt too much to think about falling in love with someone whose life would be over in just a few years. I... Imagine fifty years didn't feel like much to someone who had already been around ten times that long."
Everyone lets that sit for a moment, silent and uncomfortable with the kind of talk that doesn't feel right for a dinner with friends. Lawrence, unperturbed, fills in the unspoken blank.
"He's probably gonna live forever, you know? Harrowheart, I mean. Nobody really knows for sure, but it's not like he's falling apart, and he's not exactly getting any older. We're all gonna be bones and robot arms in the ground some day and he's gonna be... I don't know. Here. Alone."
Robin puffs out her cheeks and slowly exhales in the silence that follows. Lawrence goes for a second serving of carrots and doesn't mind the way his silverware clinks against his crystal plate.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2017-04-12 04:28 pm (UTC)"When Peter met Farina, he was... Twenty three? Farina was six hundred years old. He told us that's young for a Draenei. Some of them have been around for thousands of years. They don't die of old age like we do. If the two of them fell in love and made a life together, eventually there would be a day when she was still around and he wasn't. She told him it hurt too much to think about falling in love with someone whose life would be over in just a few years. I... Imagine fifty years didn't feel like much to someone who had already been around ten times that long."
Everyone lets that sit for a moment, silent and uncomfortable with the kind of talk that doesn't feel right for a dinner with friends. Lawrence, unperturbed, fills in the unspoken blank.
"He's probably gonna live forever, you know? Harrowheart, I mean. Nobody really knows for sure, but it's not like he's falling apart, and he's not exactly getting any older. We're all gonna be bones and robot arms in the ground some day and he's gonna be... I don't know. Here. Alone."
Robin puffs out her cheeks and slowly exhales in the silence that follows. Lawrence goes for a second serving of carrots and doesn't mind the way his silverware clinks against his crystal plate.