"What is it now?"
"This -- shren alyemi."
"What about him, Jehan?"
"You're good at explaining things to people."
"Explain to him why he should stop being a shren."
"No. No. Absolutely not."
"Jehan. I am ninety-two years old. I really do not think this is the time in my life to be taking on a project on the scale of convincing shren alyemi to stop being alyemi."
"That's not how -- you're doing that on purpose."
"Guilty. Now, the grandkids are visiting this afternoon, so unless you want to be around for that..."
"I'm gone, I'm gone."
He's back five days later when the news breaks.
The argument this time is much longer.
It might have been more vicious, too -- fifty years ago, would have been -- but they don't tend to do that anymore. Both of them are too painfully aware that any harsh words exchanged might be the last. So it's very quiet, instead, and Shara cries, and Jehan of course doesn't cry but he as good as does.
Afterwards, he writes a very polite letter -- doesn't even address it to "shren alyemi," uses his name -- says he has some questions about the immortality thing, he's sure Mial's very busy but maybe he could make time over lunch to talk?