[An eternity ago]
"So this is the end?" Dahlia asked her benevolent servant, Fritz Hoover.
"If this is what you choose the end to be, Miss, then we will obey," Hoover replied calmly, kneeling in front of her while her toddler crawled around him in circles.
"What do you think?" Dahlia asked in sorrow. "Are you happy with your limited life?"
Fritz Hoover looked down on the ground for a minute to think clearly. He had been born with the fate of serving immortals and had continued doing so for an entire lifetime. Thankfully, his masters were pleasant to serve. He had raised a family of two children with his beautiful wife. Was he happy?
"I am." Hoover smiled. "I have accomplished enough to die happily."
"Die happily," Dahlia repeated in angst. "Why won't immortals die happily, Mr. Hoover?" She asked. "What is it that they have? Ego?"
Hoover shook his head, "It's the wrong teaching."
