She was watching him in exasperated amusement.

He was not so amused.

"Tell me little one how many more times will you continue to ask the same question expecting a different answer, is that not the definition of insanity?" The irony of that statement was not lost on her.

He huffed and tried a different approach. "Aren't you afraid to die?"

She suddenly looked so ancient and so much more sad, as if the weight of centuries held her down. "No, death will be a welcome relief."

"And your family, your friends will your death be a relief to them?" He asked almost angrily, but did not wait for an answer as he left her there quite stunned.