[A miracle indeed... That's almost as depressing as anything about the average shinki existence. Garry let out a slow breath, focusing on the lights and passing lands underneath them.]

A miracle indeed... Maybe that makes us closer to living human beings than other shinki, huh? Because... for the average human life, there's always that fascination with mortality, isn't there? The average person is well aware of how one day, their life will come to an end, and they have to cope with that. Some ignore it until it becomes so near to them that they can't, while others turn to religion, and others make their peace long before it ever happens...

For the average shinki around here, who aren't us, they already know that they'll essentially live forever so long as they don't do anything so dangerous that it will injure them fatally. In contrast, we're right there with the mortals in not knowing what will happen to us even in the next day. For them, it's war, or illness, or even just a simple terrible accident. For us... It's a mystery, only that we won't be here, as we know it.

[Suddenly he shakes his head, and turns to look at Ginia apologetically with one hand on the railing.]

Oh, I do apologize. I went a little off topic for a second there, didn't I?