Usually people have trouble imagining such a thing. But human lives... are not meant to live that long. Human minds. It's just too much.

[The mara...]

... This person you knew. Was he... happy? Was he able to move on without regret? I don't know much about my past life's end. Obviously it happened, or I wouldn't be here, but... I wonder how he died. I wonder if he found a new reason to live. I suppose I'll never know.

[He folds his arms again.]

I would rather be held here than relive the same night again and again like the gods' plaything. It seems well within their power.

[He thinks of Venti, and feels a pang of regret.]

At least... whatever fate awaits us, we're not going into the long dark alone.

... Are you scared, Rose?