Leeann
Ainbheartach laughed at the offer. He just... Laughed. He took the glass and ran a clawed finger over the rim, a soft hum of the hitched breath leaving his pale lips.

"I have been up to... A purging." He replied with yet another gasp. A wild spindly grin spread across his face as a slow flow of water snaked its way down his chin and dripped into the glass. The echo of the droplets meeting the drink interrupted the ringing song of his circular movement.

Once more a catch in the throat and a fluttering glance towards Aphot and his form seemed to flicker like a dying candle.

"Tell me, brother, as knowing as you are, what does death feel like?" He queried in a familiar sing-songy tone.
Robert
*Death.*

Death seemed to follow Aphot wherever he went. Every time he turned around, someone or something was dying. It seemed that a new star winked out every cycle, without warning or explanation. And there was something, somewhere, perpetuating it as they spoke, with seemingly no rhyme or reason. It seemed as if even though the life Gaia had given was so young, it was already so determined to eliminate itself.

And he remembered his own. Stars above, did Aphot know what it was like to die. Slowly. Sadistically. The violent death of a *Victim*, never to be avenged, never to be justified. Those memories, waiting to be retrieved, lingering just at the edge of his proverbial soul, if only he'd just...

"I wouldn't know, yet."

He gave a lighthearted half-shrug, looking as bemused as if they were contemplating restaurant menus. "And I say yet because it has been made clear it is quite possible. I imagine I wouldn't be here if I did. But there doesn't seem to be much more to it than simply... Passing away."

He tilted his head in that way that he did, studying Ainbheartach with a curious glimmer. Studying. Analyzing. Revealing nothing of what was really going on in that infernal head of his.

"Why do you ask?"
Leeann
"I ask to see if maybe I can tell you some day, seeing as you don't know, and I soon will," 

The hunter god's grin drew further across his face. The mix of emotions and expressions in this time was completely uncharacteristic for Ain, and yet, in the moment seemed entirely fitting. 

Terrible as it was, that strange bond between them brought a bit of comforting certainty. The certainty that Ainbheartach couldn't leave him for too long. He'd come back to him, some day, some where, some how. They could once again share the endless cycles together.

"Dearheart, do you find comfort in the idea of death?" 

It was a fair question, truly. Death offered closure and ending. To go on living forever was a terrible burden; to live through every tragedy of the cycles; there wasnt always something to gain, but there would *Always* Be something to lose.