[Pratt is right, in a way. People are always in and out of the city, and there's no knowing if one day, he will wake up to find Glacius simply gone, having vanished in the night. It's happened with acquaintances, with his students -- with friends he had truly come to cherish. They arrive and leave with no purpose, but that is the very nature of life itself. He could drop dead tomorrow for no good reason whether in Hadriel or not.

Death for Carlisle, however, is not the end, and he's painfully aware his situation isn't normal. For many, Hadriel is a prison, the lives of its captives forfeit to the hungry gods. For him, he is only alive because he is here. Were he back in Bear Den, he'd likely be dead by now -- and undead, as well.]

I cannot die regardless, Deputy. Or cannot allow myself to. What remains of someone with my affliction is far worse, an abomination that would set itself upon my home were I not here.