Thread:Eureka Enderborn/@comment-26444332-20170125023531/@comment-26444332-20170126164855

'I am twenty seven thousand nine hundred and eighty-seven by your count, and that is not young among my kind. But him? Even he does not recall his age. My father, and his father, all the way back trough the long years to the darkest days of our beginning, ans even before. That is how old we believe him to be.'

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Kurenai smiles, twirling a carved wooden flute in her hand.

'Did you?'