"It's just sad," she replied, trying to pretend that it was just the twelve plus drinks she had had, "It's sad how much you make sense, even to someone like me."

Maybe the drinks were actually getting to her, or maybe the method acting was just going to her head. Miles was human, even if he outlived other humans, even if whatever possessed him was hard to kill, death could still come. It was a very human thing, fighting death.

Valdis sighed, pushing away feelings, "I don't know how you humans do it."