"Trojan," Ganymede corrected softly, shaking his head a little though he squeezed Raylan's hand back with no small amount of relief. That his partner was confused or concerned or both he didn't mind; that he wasn't rapidly heading towards the belief that Ganymede was insane was what mattered. "Losing side of the war. I'd be...sort of halfway between Turkish and Greek, if I had to try and put a name to it." But he doesn't really consider himself any modern ethnicity or nationality, to be fair. He predates most countries anyway.

"That's where the slightly more complicated parts come in. I am immortal, yes, in that I won't age or die of natural cause. It...properly, I would be a demigod, though I don't really think of myself that way. But I can be injured--and temporarily, I can be killed. It's happened before even if only temporarily." Several times--many times, if he cared to count them all, but he doesn't. "But it doesn't stay. I always come back again, like waking up after you fall asleep too suddenly. I've never stayed dead more than about half an hour, at my best estimate."