So extend that a bit further into why you believe nothing can kill you, after surviving that insane traumatic experience(s). Nothing can kill us because we are made of stone and are unbreakable! Or because we are divinely blessed by the gods with immortality! Or because we are really Bears, not humans! (or whatever heraldic animal)
I'm just imagining the Shattered Vales as some cross between Vietnam vets, european settlers in indian territory, the siege of gibraltar, and a zombie apocalypse.
