"Does the Nyx Assassin even say anything beside the word 'Nyx?" The Templar Assassin and the Crystal Maiden were waiting in front of the door to the Assassin's house. Or burrow. Or whatever it was he was living in. There was a door to knock on at least. No one opened.
Rylai shrugged. "I guess we won't find it out today."
"You do know that I want to die, right?" The Death Prophet scowled down at Rylai and Lanaya. She floated in front of them, her green and naked feet not even touching the ground. "Why should I do something like eating? It's counterproductive. I want to die as fast as possible, not prolong my dreadful existence any longer than it already is."
"Um…" The Crystal Maiden obviously hadn't thought about that. Besides, wasn't the Prophet already dead? She could float, her skin was green, her hands too big and strangely clawed and she could call ghosts. "Maybe you like the taste of something and eat out of pleasure and not out of survival?"
"There is no pleasure in my life." The Death Prophet murmured and turned around, closing her door into their faces.
"Sad." Rylai mumbled as they walked back to their mount. "To have no pleasure, not even something as simple as eating sweets. I wonder if she wants to die because of it or if she finds no pleasure because she wants to die."