[He lets her talk, then he lets her think, wondering all the while if he should fill the silence with more words. They haven't seemed to make her understand so far, but then, he finds himself pleasantly surprised: she doesn't keep arguing, but asks for more information, tries to figure out just what it is he's saying rather than fighting against it. She makes a pass at understanding, and that's more than he could have hoped for.]

I have always known a young death was inevitable, but I only recently learned why through Glacius' assistance. I —[he rubs idly at his middle, feeling pangs from his old wounds at the mere thought of his worsening affliction]— I have an aural tear, a- a literal rupture within my very essence. Even if I use no magic at all, my energies spill from me, and will until there is nothing left.