[ He giggles.

Once, a beat and cut off, but it's telling, oh so telling. He's unhinging, more and more, and in this, this subject, this method, these motives--

The boy shakes, shivers, and his voice speeds up, though he's unaware. ]

And now you're wrong. I couldn't die; I couldn't die at all! No, I couldn't, but now....~

[ The trail off is in sing-song, but more creepy than his usual mocking intonations. A child's loss; an immortal's lack.

He gains back his voice's level tones, though the instability still shows. ]

I touched a power no one could hold. Gained more than any other in existence. And lost that immunity. For now--

[ He inhales too fast; nearly chokes. ]

There is one thing. One thing only, made to destroy that power.