Then I shall look forward to some tearful reunions, hmm? [ he says with an utterly straight face. A grandiose, flippant gesture, ending in a stabbing motion over his chest. ] Nothing like the villain coming face to face with the heroes who drove an axe of light through their chest and expunged them from history. I hope there are drinks involved. I may need one. Or several.

[ Despite the tone and manner, his gaze slides towards her and his mouth twitches as if holding back a smile. Honestly. Only an immortal could treat death so casually, huh?

(It's better that than dwelling on his loss.) ]