Cain's golden eyes narrowed slightly as he heard the word fall from Leonidas' lips. He gave a slow nod, speaking softly; his tone carried the gravitas that such sickness deserved.
"Dementia… it is a decline in the mind, severe enough to strip away daily life. It is not a single disease, but a collection of symptoms. Memory, thinking, problem-solving, language, behavior—all begin to fracture. In simple terms: you forget. You forget what you are doing. You lose your way in the middle of your own thoughts. You lose the faces of those around you. It is a horrific illness… but it is a thing that touches only mortals. It is usually tied to age. And entities like us—we should not fear it. Even if our lifespans near their end, and our bodies begin to decay, our minds should remain strong. That is the nature of cultivation."
Leonidas smiled faintly at that, though his smile was filled with an old weariness. He sighed.
