Isn't there? Just the other day I learned of a man who has lived for at least a hundred years, and apparently that is normal in his world.
[ There's a hint of envy in her voice, something that she catches as she clears her throat and quietly smooths out to wrinkles of her skirt. She looks at her hand and notices the crescents shaped into her skin, recognizing that she had curled her fist just an ounce too tight. ]
Arpéchéle is the exact opposite. If a person was healthy enough they could live to the tender age of twenty-three, but it would only be a matter of hours before they would succumb to the curse of our country. You see... it is an island cursed by Death itself, surrounded by black flowers and currents so unpredictable that it is impossible to actually leave. [ She breathes, her expression remaining calm. ] And to extend our lives we must die before obtaining a new body - but by doing so you are now registered as a Reliver.
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[ There's a hint of envy in her voice, something that she catches as she clears her throat and quietly smooths out to wrinkles of her skirt. She looks at her hand and notices the crescents shaped into her skin, recognizing that she had curled her fist just an ounce too tight. ]
Arpéchéle is the exact opposite. If a person was healthy enough they could live to the tender age of twenty-three, but it would only be a matter of hours before they would succumb to the curse of our country. You see... it is an island cursed by Death itself, surrounded by black flowers and currents so unpredictable that it is impossible to actually leave. [ She breathes, her expression remaining calm. ] And to extend our lives we must die before obtaining a new body - but by doing so you are now registered as a Reliver.