Yelena's voice was soft, doubtful, but edged with something vulnerable as she wanted to know more about what he has to say. A curiousty that she couldn't ignore emerged from deep inside of her, so as her lips trembled faintly she asked,
"But how, Mika? How can you say that?...Women get older. We age, we lose our youth. That's simply how it is. Blessed or not, we don't stay immortal. I am not the same as I was when I was young."
"...So how can you say that I only become prettier as I grow older?"
Her eyes were wide, searching his face desperately for an answer that could ease the quiet ache inside her. But instead, Mika just scoffed lightly, rolled his shoulders, and smirked as if the very question amused him.
"How should I know, Yelena?" He said simply, as if the thought were absurd. "That's like asking me how the world began, or how many stars really exist in the universe...No one knows. I definitely don't."
