The light that burns brightest still burns.
The Erzsébet long to walk in the light. Not to commit suicide. Not to be mortal again. The Erzsébet exalt in their undeath, singing Requiems that might be hymns of praise. They long to walk in the sun because it’s the only thing they haven’t done yet. Members of the Erzsébet know that, while eternity is within their reach, it cannot go uninterrupted. As age creeps in and poisons their blood, they are reminded that nothing can stave off torpor forever. They enjoy their unlives to the fullest, so that they may sail into the ages without regret.
