Tamru's face crumples in relief, and then he looks away. It's some time before he replies, "That means a lot. That you're willing to go to bat for me. On the one hand, I feel like I shouldn't have to be thanking someone for caring about giving me my basic rights, but the fact that so many people don't…I just don't know anymore."
"You don't have to thank me," you reassure him.
He pauses, starting his next sentence somewhat uncertainly. "There's another thing, uh, about Cinza," he says. "Have you heard the rumors? Most people are saying that the whales will insist she be imprisoned for life, but a few, well…a few are suggesting that it would be easier just to kill her. Which is terrible, and a little hypocritical considering how many of them hate the whales themselves, but that's not what I wanted to get into." His gaze jumps on and off you awkwardly. "It's…how could you even kill an immortal? I mean, that's not possible, right?"
It is possible, but you can only remember it being successfully done once, and with great pain. You pause before telling him this. It might not be wise to tell him that there are limits to your immortality; it might be dangerous, if not now, then at some point in the future. Then again, you know the limits of his mortality. Is it fair that you know his, but he can't know yours?