[The man stares at Izaya for a while, blue eyes almost poring into him, as if digging for things he knows he can reach. And then Jacob does something a bit unexpected.]
[He lets out a small laugh.]
[It isn't a normal laugh, more like an sharp exhalation of air than anything else. But it is a laugh. Whether it is an amused one or a laugh to hide one's sadness is hard to tell- Jacob's expression doesn't change, but the key to it may lie in his eyes, which look slightly full of pity suddenly.]
It sounds good to you...doesn't it? Immortality. Living forever. Never having to worry about the dangers lurking ahead. Knowing without a fact that you'll see people come and go, live and die, while you remain motionless at the edge of time.
[A pause.] I can imagine that people who are immortal are the loneliest of them all, though. Could you live with that, Izaya? Being forever alone?
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[He lets out a small laugh.]
[It isn't a normal laugh, more like an sharp exhalation of air than anything else. But it is a laugh. Whether it is an amused one or a laugh to hide one's sadness is hard to tell- Jacob's expression doesn't change, but the key to it may lie in his eyes, which look slightly full of pity suddenly.]
It sounds good to you...doesn't it? Immortality. Living forever. Never having to worry about the dangers lurking ahead. Knowing without a fact that you'll see people come and go, live and die, while you remain motionless at the edge of time.
[A pause.] I can imagine that people who are immortal are the loneliest of them all, though. Could you live with that, Izaya? Being forever alone?