[ For all his optimism, Orpheus is just... having some difficulty believing in himself, beyond the senseless hope of not being able to think about what could happen if he fails. He looks up at Discord, and there's a gratefulness to it, though it's tempered by a tremendous sadness. ]

I - I don't know. I guess it's true. I guess anything is possible. And is it really so much to ask - to grow old with the person you love, and follow them at the end of things? That's all I want.

[ He breathes out, and closes his eyes. ]

If I am immortal... maybe I could ask the gods to take it away. Or ask the to grant immortality to her, if I could make them see how remarkable she is. They've done it before? But... I don't think that's what she'd want.