Your thoughts on this subject may have already been answered somewhere in your pages, but if it hasn’t then I would very much like to ask it. I would like to read your thoughts on it, and anything you might wish to add. If you were given the chance, one chance to become mortal again. Would you take it? Even further, do you think you might wish to become Immortal again after the switch? Or, would you remain a mortal and live out the fragility of that mortal life, however long it might be? Why, or why not? What are your thoughts on this matter? If you could be a mortal again, what do you think you would do with your time? In detail, what would you wish to experience or try the most?
I think that if presented the opportunity to experience mortality once again, I would accept eagerly. Though it would come with a list of rules to be agreed upon before committing to the enterprise.
First, under no circumstance should a mortal be given my body. I think I have learned a lesson from Lestat’s incident, above and beyond that he is a perfect devil sent, I am certain, to drive me insane. No human should be given my body and its level of power. It is simply too much for just anyone to have. The possible damage would be immense, and I in a frail human body, could do nothing to protect others. So it would be a one way swap, or else some manner of suspicious magic that would make my body itself once again mortal. No exchange can take place.
Secondly, it would have to be temporary. I’ve not the slightest inkling of desire to be mortal for the rest of my life. I quite like immortality, you see, and I have adapted to my nature such that to be anything else would be strange and after a time, once novelty and amazement has worn off, very unwelcome. Likewise, I do not want to die. I want the eternity that is promised me in my blood– I am not done with what I wish to do in life, and I do not suspect I will ever be finished. I’ve the stamina for eternity, and the determination to see through immortality. I do not want to grow old, watching my limbs and spirit weaken and wither, powerless to stop the deterioration of my own body. It would be mental agony.
Third, I would wish for Pandora to be at my side, to experience this very short venture into re-mortality with me. I think to have her with me, going through all that I do as I do, would give me strength and bravery without boundary. After the transformation, I would want to first study her human face with human eyes. That would be my primary desire. All else we could explore together, and share with one another. I should think her encouragement would whisk away any thought toward the inconvenience of human frailty.
What would I, or rather we, do in our human bodies?
I would wake in the morning, as soon as the sun rose, and greet it. As it is, I must greet the sunset, welcome the moon. To be present without fear as the sun rises, basking in its harmless and soothing rays, would be like a new experience for me. I would not tentatively step out either, extending first a finger and then a limb to test for possible incidence of combustion, but rather I would walk boldly out into the heat of a morning. I would go to a park and look at flowers and insects, stare at all my favourite places under the light of the sun. In this way, I will see the world in a new way, a way that not even the greatest of will can grant me.
Then I would eat. And eat some more. I would drink coffee for the first time, and put in it a sinful amount of sugar. I would eat chocolate cake. I would eat ice cream. I would eat Italian pasta covered in tomato sauces. I would try all of the finest wines. I would want to eat everything that I could get my hands on. As a human, I always had a voracious appetite that I had to moderate carefully, but I think I would indulge if I knew I had but a short while to enjoy pleasures unknown to me.
I would go running to feel the straining and pain in my body, the way the heart hammers and skips, the way the skin grows so hot and sweat pours down the body. Then I would stop and gasp and enjoy every second of trying to catch my breath and steady the erratic heartbeat.
I would take a long shower and feel the water against my more tender skin. I would want to find the coldest temperature, the hottest, I could stand without feeling pain.
Everything I would do in the sun. I would find a high balcony and I would touch Pandora under the hot sun in the ways I never could. Then I would eat some more.