"Well, I'm still as vulnerable as I was before, whereas you have a much greater ability to sustain injury. And it's not like anything we're doing is very safe."
"What an odd set of preferences." He paused again. "You know, we've been saying I'm immortal, but I'm really not, am I? I'm probably going to die long before you do, even if I don't age."
"Nice. You know what I still can't figure out? I think you said in that garden place that they must have liked me to let me have that fruit. I can't understand why."
He laughed. Reluctantly, he released her to search his bag. "I probably have a few in here. Though they will be stale." He pulled one out and held it out to her.
Par quickly recovered himself, though true fear had crossed his expression for a moment. He began gathering up his dropped beanbags. "Well, for what it's worth, I wouldn't kill you. Or anyone."
"You still helped me. Your natural influence? What, you think people get hurt just by being around you?" He sighed, burying his face into her shoulder. "It must really have hurt when I... tried to..."