Maglor dislikes saying goodbye to his mortal friends and family, but he has lived long enough himself now to know the envy of the Gift as well, and to call Death that and mean it. A life unending seems a poor thing, compared to a mortal life well lived.

"I say that you are a man... well, a Time Lord, after my own heart! There used to be a small tea shop a few blocks over, I remember - shall we go and see if it is still there?"