Oh, one took a liking to me too. Unfortunately, they were my own.

[ Were is the operative word in that. Ganymede really doesn't believe in them a such anymore; he reveres very few things. Most of them are just...something like passing acquaintances now. If you'd lived with passing acquaintances for a millennium as a slave. ] I'm told the immortality was intended as a gift. It just wasn't a gift for me.