[Aerith steeples her fingers together, leaning forward against the table as she continues to give Ei her full attention, eyes widening slightly.]

Immortal. Really? And there's lots of you?

[It's not so strange, she guesses; she's met all kinds of people here, so immortality isn't really a stretch.]

Even if you're not a 'god,' the way you describe it... you may as well be. If you take care of your countries, does that make you a queen? Or— president, maybe?