Jerod's question is asked while overlooking the city and its teeming multitude.       "We who are immortal will watch the march of ages and see all around us wither and die.  So, when Arden is no more and the demons no longer encroach to give you a duty to perform, who are you?  When there is no battle in yourself to fight because you have fought them all, who are you?  When your father is no longer there to teach and guide, though you feel the need to question his intent by your own self-worth, or lack thereof, who are you?"

Robin cocks her head from where she sits perched on the balustrade.  Bright laughing green eyes look over to Jerod and she chuckles darkly.  _Love the way your mind works, you pompous git._ She winks with a toothy grin.      "The answer is yes, Jerod.  I *do* think that I am the sum of my actions and no more.  Thus, who I will be then will be shaped by what I'm doing then, not what I no longer doing.  As for what that may be..."      "I don't have to really worry about it."  The Ranger crosses her arms behind her head and leans back against the wall.  "We aren't 'immortal', mon cousin.  We are merely long-lived.  We can die of violence or idiocy.  Both of which are hobbies of mine."  She smiles wryly.  "Any day now, I'm going to do something fatally stupid."      Robin looks over at Jerod. _Have I just done that?_ And grins.      Her eyes drift out over the city.  "And therein lies the crux of 'my father's intent' as you put it.  My father has the simplest of plans for me.  He wants me to live.  And I think... I'm going to disappoint him in that.  I just don't see yet, how I'm going to survive being me."      She shrugs.  "Of course, stranger things have happened.  If I do manage to live as long as you describe, I'll worry about who I am then... then.  I mean, if I'm *that* old I should have a whole lot better handle on being me than I do now, right?"  She laughs.