[Wow, it was clear that the fever was still taking its toll - he still sounded completely out of it. In fact, he wasn't even aware of how accurate his vision had been. So right yet so wrong. But perhaps that worked in Naoya's favour, for once. The de-aged mage turned his head to Henry with a look of reserved amusement - fond, but with an air of sadness in his child-like eyes.]

No, Henry. I won't be there when you die. But not for the reasons you think.

[He glanced away again, this time staring forward with his mind wandering in a distant place. Naoya wasn't sure why he was speaking, but... he hoped the words would fade from Henry's memory once sleep came for him. Disguised as a fever dream, or like his vision - just a slipped moment of truth that lingered at the very edge of knowing and being forgotten.

In the dead tongue of ancient Akkadian, Naoya spoke the words: One cursed with eternity. Then, in a low murmur, he continued:] I live, I die, and I am reborn in a new incarnation. My body is different each time, but my soul never changes. It never forgets.

That was the punishment given to me by God. Do you understand now? I'll have no rest, no peace or damnation... only the eternal memory of my sin.