"Austin, do I see you at the club this afternoon. I would like your help with something."
Austin forced himself to nod before Petra elbowed him in the ribs. "Yes!" he squeaked. "I-I mean of course. I'd love to help you."
Next to him, Petra smiled. Austin scowled at her. He loved his sister, but sometimes she could be a tad too pushy. Then again, his last "date" was a hundred years ago and it had ended with him spilling tea on her and her parents. Honestly, Austin was happy to not date. He wouldn't die until Petra did and who knew when that would be. In Borne Witch years, she was only sixteen. In normal mortal years? She was over four hundred years old. Technically, her next birthday wouldn't be for twenty six years. And Austin knew he would remain sixteen until the day that Petra, withered and old, would turn to dust under a full moon. At least, that's what Austin understood from what she had told him about how Borne Witches die.
He slowly pushed around the eggs on his plate as an awkward silence descended over the table. Amelia was a Death God, a Shinigami, a Reaper. He could think of a million other things to call her, but the fact sill remained that she was immortal. Austin would live for a long time (a very long time), but the fact still remained that he wasn't immortal, nor would he ever be. Petra might be the most powerful Witch alive and he might be the most experienced alchemist in the world, but they both knew that immortality was not achievable. What Petra had done to save his life was a one time thing. She could never do it to anyone else. It was depressing to be honest. Live nearly a thousand years just to die in the end. He glanced over at Petra and Amelia. Was it worse to live for ever or die when you thought yourself to be invincible?