Unfortunately, Esteban isn't the best at picking unvoiced social cues. Her confusion is confusing him too, and there's a slight frown between his brows, but he's not sure how to address what she's confused about. And asking why someone would die--
The dough in his hands is easier to focus on, as he wraps his head around what she's asking. Esteban knows-- he knows why; has seen his grandfather simply say "enough" and wrap himself in rock and ice and dreams, never to awaken again. He knows why he will chose to himself. Many, many years from now, when there are too many wounds that he can't stand up from again.
"... Elves're Immortals." He mentions, lightly. Had he told her that? Had he even thought to start with that? "'f they don't chose to die, then they don't." He pauses for a bit, still weighing his words in his mind. He takes a breath.
"Immortal lives're cursed." He mentions finally, and winces a bit. It's not-- he knows that its a curse for him, but his father, his mom never seemed to mind it. It's a difference in perspective, really, but, 'Dians, this is complicated.
"The longer they live, the less 'f the world they see. It's why Immortal races 're the most selfish of them all. They stop seein' mortals as people, they can't change when the world changes 'round them, their lives get so small." He shakes his head. "So some of them choose t' die."
He shakes his head.
"But y' don't need t' worry 'bout it. I was tellin' you 'cause it seemed that Kigi was close with Old Willow, an'--" he trips a bit in his words, trying his best to frame it correctly. "-- an' I thought maybe she'd've gone with the tree an' kept watch over you." It's... he hopes it's a comfort he's offering. There's a lot of tangling lines in his thoughts after all, and they're a little too loud, a little too all-over-the-place for him to make sense of them all.
"A Guardian Spirit, for you." Oh! He kind of hadn't realized he was sort of thinking this would be the case. But it makes sense. With Kigi being an elf-- well. It would make sense in his world.
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The dough in his hands is easier to focus on, as he wraps his head around what she's asking. Esteban knows-- he knows why; has seen his grandfather simply say "enough" and wrap himself in rock and ice and dreams, never to awaken again. He knows why he will chose to himself. Many, many years from now, when there are too many wounds that he can't stand up from again.
"... Elves're Immortals." He mentions, lightly. Had he told her that? Had he even thought to start with that? "'f they don't chose to die, then they don't." He pauses for a bit, still weighing his words in his mind. He takes a breath.
"Immortal lives're cursed." He mentions finally, and winces a bit. It's not-- he knows that its a curse for him, but his father, his mom never seemed to mind it. It's a difference in perspective, really, but, 'Dians, this is complicated.
"The longer they live, the less 'f the world they see. It's why Immortal races 're the most selfish of them all. They stop seein' mortals as people, they can't change when the world changes 'round them, their lives get so small." He shakes his head. "So some of them choose t' die."
He shakes his head.
"But y' don't need t' worry 'bout it. I was tellin' you 'cause it seemed that Kigi was close with Old Willow, an'--" he trips a bit in his words, trying his best to frame it correctly. "-- an' I thought maybe she'd've gone with the tree an' kept watch over you." It's... he hopes it's a comfort he's offering. There's a lot of tangling lines in his thoughts after all, and they're a little too loud, a little too all-over-the-place for him to make sense of them all.
"A Guardian Spirit, for you." Oh! He kind of hadn't realized he was sort of thinking this would be the case. But it makes sense. With Kigi being an elf-- well. It would make sense in his world.