Gage was unfazed by his refusal, he expected it even. "You know, most Knight Mafia Kings quit before their fifties, yet they all died of old age. I'm not going to die." He repeated, and this time was with a macabre kind of certainty in his tone.
Jael's expression chilled, Gage was plainly saying that his inability to die hadn't come from a lack of trying.
"They all go mad eventually," Gage muttered, lifting his nearly empty bottle to eye level. "I've been staving it off these past few years…"
"Why… why…." Jael mumbled; he could say exactly what he was asking. If it was why this was happening, or why Gage hadn't told Asher all this.
"It's inevitable," Gage couldn't hold his gaze, reaching out for another bottle, which he opened and simply stared at. "I wanted him to have some years to himself. The truth is as damning as the curse."
