[Immortal wouldn't be the right word, but Bedivere refrains from answering. His existence is an anomaly and his literal soul suffered for it before becoming registered in the Throne of Heroes.
It's those kinds of details, however, that keeps the knight from trying to explain, especially to an artificial being like Connor. Bedivere has always done his best to be considerate and careful with his words and it's no different now.]
"Akin" is probably accurate enough. As I said... I wandered for so long and my body mostly remained the same.
Well... except for his.
[He holds up his right arm, the Airgetlám. The smooth and intricately decorated surface gives a soft shine in the dull light around them.]
[The arm. Of course. The anomaly that had drawn Connor's eye since the moment they met, and it's taken a fair effort to not let his gaze flicker down to it as they speak. But if Bedivere holds it up, he is free to look it over with unbridled curiosity.
Free to ask questions about its origin.]
A prosthetic. How did you lose your original arm?
[Sometimes, maybe, the questions are a little too forward.]
[Bedivere does let out a small chuckle at the forwardness of the question.]
That also happened, long ago even before my long journey. I lost it in a battle, but I adjusted without the use of my original arm eventually. I fought well without it too, if I do say so myself.
[Meaning, he is a one-handed fighter. He still fights that way even with Airgetlám acting as his replacement.]
[He considers the implications of that. Of being forced to fight with only one hand, the ways a body would have to compensate, the skill required to make up for it. Bedivere must be very talented on the battlefield, indeed.]
That’s very impressive, Bedivere. You must be a very capable swordsman.
[But that does bring up the obvious question—]
But if you don’t mind me asking, how did you gain the arm that you have now? You said it was given to you?
[Bedivere coughs lightly; he's still affected by this plague after all. But he's patient and willing to engage with this very curious android. He wonders, even though Connor was artificial, his intelligence and need for information and feedback felt very natural.]
Mm. [He nods in confirmation.]
... It was Merlin. He's the fellow with the white robes and hair if you haven't encountered hi yet.
no subject
It's those kinds of details, however, that keeps the knight from trying to explain, especially to an artificial being like Connor. Bedivere has always done his best to be considerate and careful with his words and it's no different now.]
"Akin" is probably accurate enough. As I said... I wandered for so long and my body mostly remained the same.
Well... except for his.
[He holds up his right arm, the Airgetlám. The smooth and intricately decorated surface gives a soft shine in the dull light around them.]
This was given to me.
no subject
Free to ask questions about its origin.]
A prosthetic. How did you lose your original arm?
[Sometimes, maybe, the questions are a little too forward.]
no subject
That also happened, long ago even before my long journey. I lost it in a battle, but I adjusted without the use of my original arm eventually. I fought well without it too, if I do say so myself.
[Meaning, he is a one-handed fighter. He still fights that way even with Airgetlám acting as his replacement.]
no subject
That’s very impressive, Bedivere. You must be a very capable swordsman.
[But that does bring up the obvious question—]
But if you don’t mind me asking, how did you gain the arm that you have now? You said it was given to you?
no subject
Mm. [He nods in confirmation.]
... It was Merlin. He's the fellow with the white robes and hair if you haven't encountered hi yet.
no subject
I think I might have. Very long, impossibly voluminous hair?
no subject
That would be him. He's rather hard to miss when you put it like that.
no subject
Is he always like that?
no subject
no subject
So you said he gifted you your arm?
no subject
Yes. I needed it for my quest and it kept me alive during all those years of wandering.
no subject