Floor 5, Room 3

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[dyingtohealyou]

You have that much time?

[fellheart]

[ a soft, quiet laugh. his expression doesn't quite match it. ]

I would hazard to argue that I have nothing but time.

[dyingtohealyou]

...

How much time are we talking about?

[fellheart]

How much would you guess it to be?

[dyingtohealyou]

[Given the way Robin asks... hm.]

...Hundred...s?

[Tacking on a plural at the end there. Why not. It's all pretty unfathomable to him either way given the expected lifespan of magic users where he's from.]

[fellheart]

[ amused: ] I'm not even 40.

[ physically, anyway. if mauyn did the math right between when chrom would have conceived lucina and her approximate age upon mumble mumble plus the ingame timeskip because concrete ages for anyone other than chrom and lissa don't actually exist...

but anyway. physically. that's probably not actually answering the spirit of the question and ahito is free to call bullshit on it. ]

[dyingtohealyou]

How does that account for all the time you supposedly have?

[fellheart]

This flesh has yet to see forty years of existence.

The mind and spirit, on the other hand.

[dyingtohealyou]

...

And how exactly did that happen?

[fellheart]

Surely you've heard of the concept of reincarnation?

only sort of here

[impacter]

[oh? do tell, buddy]

[dyingtohealyou]

I've heard of it. ...Not sure how many people actually believe in it in my world, though.

Does it actually happen in yours?

[fellheart]

It would be the simplest way to explain my situation, but I am somewhat of a unique case regardless. Remembering the events of previous incarnations is not a regular occurrence in mine either, I assure you.

[dyingtohealyou]

Is there a reason it's different for you?

[fellheart]

[ wryly, softly: ] I'm just unique, it seems. What I can tell you is that there is nothing and no one else quite like me. Not in the realm I hail from, at least.

[ a man-made divinity, rejected by his creator when the man feared he would not be controlled. ]

[dyingtohealyou]

You mean that's all you will tell us.

[But - he's fine leaving it at that, not like he's in any position to make the man talk on matters he doesn't want to.]

[fellheart]

Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't. What would the difference be, though? At the end of the day you know that I've more memories than my current life would otherwise be able to lay claim to.

[ and that he expects these circumstances to continue. he has nothing but time, after all. ]