[ They forget when they leave...? Then what is the point to teaching any of them what he knows? He closes his eyes briefly, pulls in a deep breath, and as he lets it out his entire frame slumps.

It comes as no surprise that he absolutely disapproves of this new nickname. He makes it known with a deep frown. ]

...As well as I can be, considering that I have been made to tell this sorry tale yet again.

[ He has no qualms with answering questions, usually. But he would dearly love to rest. Not in the sense of sleeping - the more final kind.

Let me rest... ]

Must I go to this party of yours? I am not the festive sort.

[ And yet he feels an odd compulsion to do just that. A nagging feeling which squirms when he tries to resist. It is not so strong that he cannot ignore it (for now), however. ]