I don’t think you’ve changed as much as you think. Development is change, but so is corruption; growth and decay, in an ever shifting world, one is life and another death. Have you seen your fellow immortals in the last hundred thousand years? They are not what they were anymore.
You, though, legends persist, a knight errant, hoping from planet to planet, seeking what can’t really exist. Has time weathered you down or refined you? Your companions, though, I fear they have left that noble path.
That is why I have sought you out, the request I’ve come to make.
Tale Told 