There is a portion of terminology that Erichthonios struggles with. Beggar is not something he knows the meaning of, besides one who begs. For what manner of aid, he cannot comprehend, but even the hypothetical beggar is able to garner sympathy from him. To be in need of aid that remained unrendered, and to disappear without a soul noticing... it is unfathomably sad.

"You... call them mortals. Are their lives... short, like those of some creations?" He remembers a concept meant to increase fertility in the environs -- one of shorter lifespan and of profound fecundity. It had been moved for observation near the gates of Pandaemonium but recently for him.