“Does nothing bother you?' he said. 'You seem totally unmoved that you almost died.' I didn't tell him that I was almost always dying. 'I don't have time to waste on useless things,' I said. 'It was strange to see you in such a state when I found you. And when I brought you back. So... weak.' A wrinkle formed over his forehead, hinting at confusion. And that confusion, in turn, confused me. 'Weak?' 'You've seemed... In the time we've known each other, you've seemed infallible.”
Book:Six Scorched Roses