"You are not wrong, Primera-san. Ultimately, death, for beings as us, is an erasure, an end. And the loss of the truths of these lives is saddening."
He looked at their surroundings, pondering the plants all around them.
"But ultimately, we all pass on. If we did not, nothing new could grow. It is the way of the Cycle. Eventually, when stories become legends become myths of old, new generations have arisen that, hopefully, are managing things better than those that came before. Fresh faces, ideas, they breathe new life in. Ultimately, that promise of a cycle of new life coming about is one of the things I fight for. It is not perfect, but it seems nothing in Existence is.
I would be lying if I said I do not fear death. But I have reached the point where I acknowledge it will happen one day."
He gives a humorless smirk.
"I'm simply going to try and put that day off as long as possible. And so long as I put it off, then there will be 2 beings that know the truth of Xue Huifang."