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Most people simply can't keep up.

Keep up with what? You?

Yes, me. In most things I do. [A pause.] Or think, or say... but less so than what I do.

What do you do that's so hard to keep up with?

It's the sort of boast that's begging to be broken.

Living. [Yes that's a vague answer, and yes he's enjoying philosophising on his virtues. Even if it is half a game to him.]

I have this everlasting endurance that keeps going on and on. Climbing mountains, rowing, getting into trouble, getting out... Learning skill after skill... People always end up lagging. Even when I slow down for them.

Ah.

Living isn't so hard. I'm very good at it. Now dying I can't seem to get the hang of.

[He can be vague too.]

[Reynard laughs.]

My friends often tell me of how easy dying is when I invite them on trips. It's usually their fear of it that has them declining.

I would imagine that you aren't trying very hard, though. It's not a popular goal.

No, I've died enough times. More than enough times. It just never seems to stick.

With you?

No? Maybe Death doesn't like you.

Yes, with me.

Why would I want to? Not to be mean, but I won't even try if I can't find a reason.

[He shrugs easily.]

The people who've tried have done so because our interests have aligned. I'm not seeking you out or forcing you to try. It's an interesting pattern with those who have, is my point, my dear.

What are your interests? I'm curious, that's all. I could probably keep up if I wanted. I usually can.

Why is that, do you think?

I talked to a Death a long time ago. She seemed to like me.

I think it's something else.

A lack of endurance, or drive, I suspect. It's so easy for people to become overly comfortable when they shouldn't.

You talked to Death but didn't ask her about it?

Enjoying life while I survive it. Treading dangerous paths and celebrating loudly when I come back in one piece.

Hey, that doesn't sound too bad. Good luck!

...No?

It didn't occur to me at the time to do so.

Then we mustn't let them grow too comfortable. I am prepared to do what I must to awaken the masses.

That is an easy task for a strong willed soul. All it requires is to hit the right chord, and then strum it. Like a heartbeat.

A large army and dragons doesn't hurt.

[A pause, and then slightly uncertain chuckling.]

Ah. No... No that wouldn't hurt.

You are frightened?

I'm respectfully wary.

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