The Glaive raised an eyebrow to her. "Kree?" Did she mention that before? Did he just miss it? Or first time she let him in on this piece of her history? Regardless, Nyx was curious. Regardless, a timeless body sounded... lonely. Call him a simple man, but he was fine with the whole living, loving, dying bit. Well. He lived and died, so he made it two thirds of the way. That was a good score right? Suppose you could call it hundred percent if you counted his with the Princess. It didn't count because it could never be.
Taking a drink from his own mug he considered the question. Did he miss it.
"Yes." The answer almost surprised Nyx, so he took another drink. "I'm damn good at it." The man admitted. Something about warping about and slaying monsters, daemons and Niflheim soldiers was satisfying. The chaos of war and combat made sense to him now. Sure in the beginning, not so much... but now? Second nature. Muscle memory always taking place when he pulled his weapon. Entering a room, acknowledging threats and places to warp to and strike from. "Though with the death.." Nyx sighed. "I was at peace.." His gaze softened. "It's weird, sitting there watching your body just slowly burn away and turn to ash."