[ He finds a lowly clover flower and plucks it. He can't comment on the subject of sin, however... ]
If you're as old as you say, your life must be nothing but change.
[ Sighing, he throws himself back, so that he's lying on the false grassy ground. He twirls the flower between his tapered fingertips (his once-perfect nails are sadly neglected, Gilbert you suck as a manicurist). ]
The lives of humans must be like mayflies, to you.
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If you're as old as you say, your life must be nothing but change.
[ Sighing, he throws himself back, so that he's lying on the false grassy ground. He twirls the flower between his tapered fingertips (his once-perfect nails are sadly neglected, Gilbert you suck as a manicurist). ]
The lives of humans must be like mayflies, to you.