Eragon: Who could share in my life? Few enough, and all of them magicians. And of that select group, or even women in general, how many are immortal?
Roran: You might as well ask for the sun in your pocket, or— You cannot be.
Eragon: I am.
Roran: Is it a result of your change in Ellesmera, or part of being a Rider?
Eragon: Part of being a Rider.
Roran: That explains why Galbatorix hasn't died.
Roran: The idea is so vast... it's almost inconceivable. Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you be human if you have no mortal end?