[There would probably be ways to get around the limitations of mortal aging.. if they had any actual interest in doing so. They rewrote the very laws of reality once, editing mere flesh and bone to at least maintain some vestige of generational memory might not even be terribly difficult.
But for Lahabrea at least, that would be very much akin to admitting defeat, and that they would not one day be the very people they once were. Caring about some fragile mortal now, when in another few centuries or an eon or two would again be ancient, timeless and perfect was simply a waste of time. He knew there was a place for timewasters, he was indulging in one right now, but ... not mortals. He never had the strange willingness to spend entire lifetimes among them the way Emet Selch did.]
One would figure at least some of them would have a greater ambition in even extending their own lifespans.
[A tiny screwdriver is waggled, as if this is somehow an example.]
For all that the mortals of this world are weak and pathetic, they are ... after their fashion, whole. There is no reason to think they could not, in time, improve themselves bit by bit. And yet I hear no stories of witches or sorcerers dabbling in life-extension or reincarnation of a truer sense, or even better healing magics.
[That it seems, is important enough to drag him out of his work, though he returns to it quickly. This bit isn't as complex as some, though it requires a minute welding device.]
Our wretched mortals at least yearn for something greater. For all that they will never reach the stars, they stretch their feeble hands towards the heavens regardless. These truly do squander it. Mayhap because they have no knowledge even instinctively of the possibility of greatness.
sorry for delays RL is. ... a challenge.
But for Lahabrea at least, that would be very much akin to admitting defeat, and that they would not one day be the very people they once were. Caring about some fragile mortal now, when in another few centuries or an eon or two would again be ancient, timeless and perfect was simply a waste of time. He knew there was a place for timewasters, he was indulging in one right now, but ... not mortals. He never had the strange willingness to spend entire lifetimes among them the way Emet Selch did.]
One would figure at least some of them would have a greater ambition in even extending their own lifespans.
[A tiny screwdriver is waggled, as if this is somehow an example.]
For all that the mortals of this world are weak and pathetic, they are ... after their fashion, whole. There is no reason to think they could not, in time, improve themselves bit by bit. And yet I hear no stories of witches or sorcerers dabbling in life-extension or reincarnation of a truer sense, or even better healing magics.
[That it seems, is important enough to drag him out of his work, though he returns to it quickly. This bit isn't as complex as some, though it requires a minute welding device.]
Our wretched mortals at least yearn for something greater. For all that they will never reach the stars, they stretch their feeble hands towards the heavens regardless. These truly do squander it. Mayhap because they have no knowledge even instinctively of the possibility of greatness.