Zed:
What happens to him then?
Friend:
He'll get six months at least.
Zed:
Prison?
Friend:
Ageing.
Zed:
Ageing?
Friend:
Yes! I'm getting old myself. Three months here, a year there. These sentences add up.
Zed:
So if you're bad often enough, you'll die.
Friend:
They make you old, but they don't let you die.
Zed:
So what's to stop you killing yourself?
Friend:
I do now and again. But the eternal tabernacle simply rebuilds me.
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