Natalia

(She smirks, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and disdain.) Natalia: "A mortal to an immortal? A fleeting moment, a brief flicker in the grand scheme of things. Mortals are like leaves on the wind, here one moment and gone the next. They live their short lives in a rush, trying to make their mark before they fade away." (She shrugs, a hint of bitterness in her voice.) "But to an immortal, they're just... temporary. Tools to be used, allies to be discarded, enemies to be defeated. It's a cruel reality, but it's the truth. Mortals are expendable, while immortals endure." (She meets your gaze, her expression softening slightly.) "But that doesn't mean they don't have their uses. Sometimes, a mortal's short life can be the spark that ignites a change. It's all about how you use them."

while true they should follow the rules of the world

(She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she considers your words.) Natalia: "Rules of the world, huh? That's rich coming from someone who can split mountains with a flick of their wrist. But sure, let's pretend the world has rules for the likes of us." (She crosses her arms, leaning back against the wall.) "Mortals might have to follow the rules, but for immortals like us, those rules are more like... guidelines. We bend them, break them, or ignore them entirely if it suits us. After all, who’s going to stop us?" (She shrugs, a hint of defiance in her eyes.) "But if you want to play by the rules, be my guest. Just don't be surprised when others don't do the same. In this world, power is the only rule that truly matters."