The people of his world would argue with Poison on whether or not it is a sin for a twice-cursed to still be alive after all this time -- even he would argue with her on most days, despite all he has been through and tried to accept in Hadriel. It's hard to unlearn old habits, the superstitions and stories of his upbringing woven into every fiber of his being. They constantly creep along the back of his mind, strangling his conscience a little more each day he lives in defiance of his ultimate fate.

Maybe he should explain so she better understands, though it's become abundantly clear from their conversations in his garden -- however casual they may be most days -- that she is stubborn. That seems to be a running theme with many he's met.

"I am afflicted, Poison," he starts. "Cursed into death... and then undeath."