Wonderful! Defiance, maybe there exists some spirit inside you eldar after all. Of course, it is likely the temporary hope of a plague victim, the last false flush of health that brings loved ones to marvel at a prayed for miracle before the magnificent death rattle crushes all joy. I exit for now, but I shall be there at your end to drink your fears and eat your broken dreams.
Ignore it, it'll go away. It's like trying to speak to a bucket filled with pus. It's mindless, and won't go away with words.
