[ A century. A century. His legs keep moving, but his mind screeches to a halt as he looks over at her, mentally comparing her to his last memory of her face. She looks the same, doesn't she? Not a day older than when he saw her last. But ... a century ... ]
You don't just mean the year here? You actually lived a century back home?
[ A hopeless clarification and he knows it. He's just too stunned to process it properly. ]
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You don't just mean the year here? You actually lived a century back home?
[ A hopeless clarification and he knows it. He's just too stunned to process it properly. ]