"Inasmuch as anyone could tell you what 700 years feels like, it did not feel like 700 years. After a time, when every day begins and ends the same way, you lose track of the days. At almost any time past the first few months, when I was always so tired and sore and did everything wrong - I do not think I could have told you how long I had been there. When I saw my reflection in the pool every morning after climbing down the mountain to fetch the only water my masters would drink - I saw... well, mostly the face I have now. So perhaps I simply accepted it had only been a few years." he pauses.
"I'm sure that losing track of 700 years sounds as odd to you as a man who flies and is on fire but does not burn does to me."
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