"For now. I avoid my fellow Immortals, and while I do fight, I fight for my own goals. For my God, for my country, and for myself. But in the future, well, who knows? The Gathering may not take place for hundreds of years, or thousands, or even tens of thousands. I may be found and killed by one of the others long before then, or I may even be killed accidentally, or by some mortal enemy who happens to get lucky. But if I am among the last, then it is likely that a time will come when the ingrained desire to seek out my brethren foes will be too great to ignore. You may consider that to be a lack of free will of some fashion, yes."
The subject was not a light one, but as they spoke, Jacques appeared to be more at ease, as though telling Terra his secrets was relieving Jacques of a burden, and drawing his mind away from what had happened the other night.