Ah, it varies. Longest regeneration was a little over 700 years — and the shortest was about a year, give or take a couple of months. [ He misses that face of his sometimes, the ears, the leather jacket. Leather jackets are cool. Should he get another leather jacket? No, no, that's not the point. ] Time's a bit weird, you know, when you're going back and forth in it, and I've stopped celebrating my birthday.

[ He pauses long enough for his expression to go from pensive to downright perplexed when he adds: ] Don't really even know when it is anymore. But that's never stopped me from having cake whenever I wanted to, eh.

[ His mouth curves into a faint smile, his attempt to lighten the mood with a little joke even when his eyes retain that same depth and seriousness that betrays the childlike demeanor he otherwise presents himself with. ]

But no, no, your life isn't fleeting. Suppose that makes looking forward to another day a bit complicated, eh? On the one hand, people around you might seem so desperate to see the next morning, and you think: you should be like that, you should feel that longing too, but you don't, not really, or you want to but you don't, but it's why I love humanity so much. They remind me that the next morning is always so important.