Ruthless
I quickly told him.
For a second, he looks amused, then he chuckled. “I know.” He says. “I had a one like that.” He walked towards it, rotating the round lamp with his fingers, “You know what? The universe is really old, nearly 13.7 billion old. And it is vast. A new star is born and an old one dies every day. Our sun will become a red giant in another five billon years.” He said as his eyes grew wider in a pure zeal and excitement.