[His smile twists at that. It's something he's thought about, perhaps more than once, though shared with no one. Though if Rosalind has brought up the subject, he supposes it wouldn't hurt to speak in hypotheticals.]

Even if I have been brought down to the level of being... mortal in that way, then I can tell you with certainty that it would still take an inordinate amount of effort to kill me.

[And that's not necessarily a matter of pride. It's merely spoken as if it were truth -- he knows himself better than anyone else, after all. He can feel the Starscourge swirling in him, like a storm just under his skin. Even here, it would not release him so easily.]

And I have a habit of returning from what most people would call a state difficult to revive from. But yourself? [A hand to prod at her shoulder, just to be annoying.] Flesh and blood, now? As easily injured as a normal person?