"I'm dying."
"What?" I asked in shock.
"I'm slowly dying, my dear. My immortality is waning. I do not want to leave you but..."
"But what, Taneleer?" I pressed.
"Promise me..."
"Promise you?" I cried.
"Promise you'll take care of it when I die."
I burst into tears. "No!"
"The Collection..." He rasped. "You must keep it safe."
"But maybe you could stop it."
"The cells are dying. The cells that make me immortal."
