I suppose with mice unavailable, one must make do. [It's almost teasing; a somewhat more serious answer follows.] Even adjusted. The diversions here, no matter how dear to us... do little to erase the memory of all that has been lost.
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Anyway, I was the one who inquired, so there's little rude in your answering. If anything, 'tis rude to for me ask over personal details of a stranger. [That is the rude part, apparently, and not literally anything else.] But I'm called Emet-Selch. And yes- I'm something of an immortal spirit, you might say. Though trapped in this host as I am now, in all practical sense I'm little different from those I despise.
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Anyway, I was the one who inquired, so there's little rude in your answering. If anything, 'tis rude to for me ask over personal details of a stranger. [That is the rude part, apparently, and not literally anything else.] But I'm called Emet-Selch. And yes- I'm something of an immortal spirit, you might say. Though trapped in this host as I am now, in all practical sense I'm little different from those I despise.
[At least he's... aware of it?]