"You're so lucky!" Pike yells at me.

"I wish I could be immortal." Scanlan sighs.

I glare at her. They have no godman clue. I try to ignore them.

"If you were an immortal, what would you do?" Pike asks Percy.

"I bet I could get into the top fights!" Grog smiles.

"Immortality, you're so lucky." Scanlan tells me.

Okay, that is it. Now I am fucking pissed.

"Enough! All of you enough!" I slam my hand onto the table.

My blood magic was rising from my arms. I look down and realize I had broken the table.

"You have no idea how immortality makes you suffer. The people around you will die. You cannot make friends because they will grow and die. You cannot have any attachments to this damn fucking world!" I yell.

My voice went so hard the ground and windows crack. The cook brings over the food. I glare at her. She backs off. They think immortality is a gift, it is anything but a gift. I have been trying to kill myself for centuries, even thousands of years. I hate my existence. I hate everything about me. I grab Scanlan's neck.

"You want to be an immortal, take it from one, there is no greater Hell." I throw him into grog.

I turn.

"This is where we part ways Vox Machina. I don't want to see you guys again." I walk out the door.