[ it's funny how in this moment, in this sleeve, he hadn't actually been that old, somewhere in the forties if he can remember it right. but even then, he'd already been drained of his spirit, livened up over the course of a few years with quell's aid, with helping him to believe in something again. it helps to have something worth fighting for to give you a reason to live. ]

Nearing three hundred.

[ he doesn't know the exact anymore, and doesn't care. it's not about the exact quantity. it's more than enough for him. ]

That's already longer than any human should live. The years, they — they twist at the mind, even if there are ways to keep the body young, even if it can be switched out for another. Time poisons in a way that can't be cursed or fixed, not by technology or magic — [ the latter of which has only become a recent revelation with the things he's come to see. ] We were never meant to live forever.