Vlad frowns. "She's right. None of those are in the cards for the time being. We have other agendas to tend to in the time before we shuffle off our mortal coils." He continues in his thoughts, musing on their quest in general. Like so many other people in the multiverse, we are, essentially, staving off time, hoping to buy as much of it as possible before we die. But, me, I embrace that, I wait for my time to run out, to hear death's wingéd chariot drawing near. Why does it feel closer now than it has before?