"Well I'm glad I left my mark," he smiled.
"Even if you have to get rid of time its self," he muttered.

"I'm never going to be able to think of a Jellyfish with out thinking about you now,"
He laughed. "But being old like me and being rememberable isn't always a good thing. I
t leads to things some times."

I smiled absent mindedly, my gaze lingering on his.
"and yet if you were to be killed for being so memorable, you would still 'live on',
so to speak, in the memories of those who knew you, those who cared.
I for one could not forget."
I smiled, my gaze shifting back to his sleeping wolf, and i wondered who would remember me if i died right now.