Shooting a quick glance at Filfire, Udyr snarled, "Because we prefer our spine in place."
Udyr sighed, shaking his head, "Shala is a friend of ours...mine." He slightly looked away from Omen as he continued, "But there are so many extenuating factors, Omen. She is eternal, I am not. She and I both love the hunt, to kill, to fight in glorious battle with our bare hands scooping the innards of foolish foes!"
Udyr settled himself a bit, "But that is how we feel. We feel in competition with her. She pushes us to become stronger, to hit harder, to destroy on such an insurmountable level that the Heavens would weep...*Ach-hem* But I am not who she needs. I am but a mortal man, who will die one way or another. I do not plan on extending my life for any reason, my natural end will come when it comes. I will become old, I will become feeble, I will become weak. I will die. That is the unfortunate truth."
Udyr stretched his arms behind his back, "And Shala? She will expect more. My heart is that of iron, but the fire of ambition burns brightly in that furnace. Once my goal of ultimate strength is met, there is only death for me. To want anything more from this life would be too selfish. I am a man, I am a beast, I will die as I lived: Standing on my feet, fighting to the bitterest of ends."
Udyr paced back and forth, "I am a killer. I have killed many innocents for the lone reason of just because. I stood by and watched the Ionians twist and burn in the emerald flames of the Zaunite warmachines, laughing. Apparently that makes me cruel, to see the weak burn for their weakness. But like everything else in life, this will fade. These sins, these people, they will fade as if they had not existed at all."
Udyr roared in laughter, "And I could not conceive a child with her even if I wished to! Not even magical biology will help that. I could not even give her a memory of my existence. A thousand years from now, these next few decades will be but the grain of sand in an hourglass. And my life? Meaningless. Hers? Will always have meaning."
Udyr shot a look at Omen, "But I wish to remain her friend. That is a weakness I will permit to be housed in my soul. I am simply unsure how to communicate this without having her..." He bit his tongue so hard it spurted blood, "Cry. I cannot take her tears."
He glared at Filfire, "If you tell a soul what we have said, we will rip your skull out from your face and make you swallow it. But you will have room for our fist, when we ram it into your stomach and break your gods d.amned spine. Do you understand us?"