[Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare. Suddenly Aisling wasn't sure if he was toying with her, or if he really was one of the Folk, or a magician or sorts. She had assumed magician, but the only people she knew of who were truly immortal like that were the High Ones. The ones with so much power that even if they were killed, the world wouldn't let them die permanently. What kind of power did he have that he could cheat death like that? ...And if someone like him could, why couldn't- She ducked her head a little so that she could put the thin protection of her hair between her and Jack. She shrank in on herself a little, remembering the cold, draining magics of the Dark One, and shivered. There was a long silence. When she spoke again, her voice was soft and strained, pitched a little higher than usual and sharp edged.]
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How?