Proof enough of that simple truth lies in Gabranth’s own tendency to remain in his armor. In the mask he wore in life, rather than letting old habits— old comforts— stay put to rest.

“It is always a strange thing, being misplaced amongst worlds,” his words are slow, cadence thoughtful, if only for a single beat. “You will likely never lack for new discoveries.”

“Perhaps time will even grant you fewer reasons to rely on old proclivities.”