Ouais, pas de soucis, mon petit, it is just... [ He sighs a bit, then smiles, flitting his eyes back to Canada before closing them. ]

The memory is sad, but it is part of who I am. This is what we must live with, mon garçon: we are not so blessed as the humans are. We will live to see our people die again and again, some peacefully, some in terrible ways. While our people live their life with the goal of becoming something before it is too late, we live with the goal of being something for as long as we can. Do you understand?