Noel fought laughter at the entire situation, he had never really thought of his own death, and while he was aware his ceasing to exist would be bad, he was aware that Aos si never really die, so he'd be the first. Not a title he wished to hold. He cringed at the words the man spoke, he was short, although still fairly handsome, somewhat angled features, Noel had seen them before. Noel nearly fell off his log at the harsh nature and tone with which the short man spoke. "Can't you just be happy for the company of now, and not fret with the worries of tomorrow? Just for one moment? I thought you people were good at whimsy." While aware of the angled feature's, Noel's mind simply dissected them into elf, not taking into effect the human aspect of his features.<br/><br/>Relaxing a bit, he leaned on one arm, resting one hand on the log beneath him, "If we all die, we die fighting for what we know to be right. If no one fights, we'll all die anyways." With a sigh, he cringed slightly, "Can't we speak of happier things? I mean, the bar isn't set very high, what with eternal suffering seeming to be par for this conversation." Typical Aos si, avoiding serious conversations for the aspect of happier, lighter ones. Aos si were known as mischievous, and those that weren't, were still seen as childish for their view that life needn't be depression and drudgery, but instead the total opposite, happy and whimsical.