A thousand deaths, and you recover from each. Not so the mind, the mind is much more fragile. Its scars run deep and do not heal. The brain is encased in a hard bone shell, difficult to breach, but with no defense against that which eats at it from within.
Fall-from-Grace: 'You know, Nordrom, you are perhaps the cutest little rogue modron I have ever encountered.'
Nordom: ''Cutest' is a subjective term. I prefer the designation 'fearsome cubed warrior'.'
Fall-from-Grace: 'Of course! That's why you're so cute.'