[Raistlin's eyes narrow again and he gives Davros a side glance.]
You are, of course, assuming that I am from the same realm as you. Who are you to understand all that has transpired in every universe to not accept that I could be from a place where literal gods exist?
And do not speak to me like I'm a simpelton. [Here, Raistlin's voice turns soft and he sneers these words.]
I would still have my magic. My Test, among other things, proves that when everything else is taken from me, that magic will still exist. My intelligence will be present, as well. Immortal, you say? If you were immortal, you would not care about time, or survival. You would be.