"Why do you care, anyhow?" he asks, almost casually as he falls into step with her while they walk. "After all, you're so keen to call me an idiot and all other sorts of names. Wouldn't it just be easier for you if you'd let me to die?" He's always imagined it's coming like that -- a strange creature of magic catching him off guard.

He'll die, but at least he'll die in the midst of something adventurous.