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His composure could very well be real and the breaks merely fits of levity interrupting a brooding slog. "I'm twenty-two," he said. After a moment, he elaborated. "In both senses. Literally and physically. My mother turned me when I was fourteen." "So you're-" "We still age, Lavinia. We age normally until we reach our prime. Our predetermined prime. Then once we reach our, ah, optimal stage, we pause, remaining there in perfection." "You are still getting older?" "As far as I can tell, yes. I haven't noticed as many changes recently, but your early twenties do not really have many growth spurts. Surely you've experienced the same."

asked Nicko then looked at Mr Young in more detail and asked again, "I noticed that you are in good health and when I analyzed your face, there didn't seem to be any problems?" Nicko was silent for a moment and started to pay attention again and said, “Hmm, yeah, there is a bit of a problem, but this is normal in my opinion, if someone has passed the age of forty, they will usually experience a decrease in cells. You just need to maintain a healthy diet and move often, at least walking for thirty minutes a day to keep your body fit and not affected by any disease.

Adrian nodded, indicating that everything Celene hypothesized was correct. "Please, you're only twenty-seven. You're still really young." "One's reflexes and thinking capabilities are in their prime when they're between seventeen to twenty-two. After that, their reflexes, thinking capabilities, and agility will all slowly decline. I really am getting old, so it's time I pass on this opportunity to the youngsters." "Are you saying that I'm old too? I'm currently twenty-two, which means I'll be twenty-four by the time I participate in the test. Doesn’t this mean I'm completely out of the running then?" Celene asked.

"So, how do I look?" "It's very unusual." Said her Mom and rubbed her chin. "It brings back memories of my younger days," said her Mom, looking over to the mirror at the side of Angela’s bed. Her mother remembered once feeling young and naively in love. A whole new world awaits her daughter when she leaves this house, Mrs. Fox had so wished Angela not to go so soon, but she no longer has a say; Mr. Fox has made up his mind, and there is no changing his mind.