Aegis of the Immortal: Blood Blessed
"What do you mean, old man?"
Cynth laughed again. "Old man?" he echoed, laughing even louder, his hand held against his side. "Yes, yes," he wiped the tears that grabbed at his eyes, his laughter sliding to an end. "Yes, I cannot fault you that. But I don't think you understand just how old. If I'm being honest, I don't think the word fits anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, this body is old. Perhaps into its eightieth year, somewhat. Most don't live to this age these days, do they?" Cynth mused. "Not like they ever have."
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