And my sword is only slightly younger than me. If only because I helped in the making of it.
-he opens his cloak a little, showing the futuristic combat apparel he has, but also the sword sheathed at his side-
And- yeah. It's pretty bad... it isn't that I do not die.
And it's not that I don't age.
When I die- I come back in the physical state I was when I was cursed. If I died of old age- I'd come back, twenty-nine again. If my head was severed from my body- I'd come back, with not a single wound to show on my neck.
But- the one thing I do lose- is that others will forget my existence. Everytime I die- everyone else forgets that I truly existed. That life I lead before I died- becomes a myth.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postSome lives are remembered more than others- but they're just considered fictional. Or a legend- a myth- where people can debate whether they existed or not.
Or if they did exist- no evidence is known of who they were. Only the actions persist- not the person behind them.
Thus- its' remembered as something like a passing dream.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-takes a moment to mull this over-
-nods, slowly-
It is a grave curse you find yourself burdened with, Letholdus.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI