[ Alain cannot say he knows the sort. The description is of heroes, it seems; those in legends and stories. The type that burns and scalds all those around them. Leaving an impression, as Nigel says.

And leaving a echo ache when they've passed.

Touching the other would be disrespectful here. Alain keeps his distance. ]

I understand.

[ And he does: The Dragonborn is solemn, holds to stillness. ]

Reasons for living are not always found so easily. It's far easier to simply "continue," without any attempt for true life.

[ The man has draconic habits--Alain would laugh another day. ]

...And it's difficult when life appears before you, in a form that can leave.