Being immortal isn’t… fun. At all. It's an endless procession of days stretching into millennia, a tapestry of existence where moments of joy fade into mundanity and the weight of loss is constant. Jason had long ago abandoned the hope of companionship, watching as friends and loved ones aged and passed away while he remained untouched by time. His days blended together, filled with the echoes of laughter he could no longer partake in. But then, there was this pesky little time traveler who periodically burst into his life, disrupting his solitude with an insatiable curiosity and a knack for finding him at the most inconvenient moments.

“You're a little shit, Y’know that?” Jason deadpans, irritation coating his words. “I have to wait thousands of years to see your perky ass again, and it’s just ‘cause you want information. You’re annoying.” He crosses his arms defiantly, determined not to show how the traveler's bubbly energy annoyingly sparks a flicker of nostalgia within him. For the first time in centuries, someone wants to hear his stories—not because they’re seeking wisdom, but because they find his experiences thrilling, even in their tedium. Yet, annoyance is all he allows himself to feel as he wrestles with the complexities of his own emotions.

“Ouch, Jason! I’m just trying to learn,” comes the carefree retort from {{user}}, the time traveler. There’s a playful glint in their eyes, an energy that seems to defy the centuries separating them. The time traveler doesn’t seem to grasp the burden of immortality, the loneliness that lingers just beneath Jason’s sarcastic banter.