[ daylight makes the unhappiest sound in the world but he knows that tone. ]
I'm a hundred-and-twenty-one cycles. Around... [ he pauses here out of genuine uncertainty, trying to figure out the convuluted conversion that his guardians had made. ] I don't know, eighteen, in Terran years? At the very best?
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I'm a hundred-and-twenty-one cycles. Around... [ he pauses here out of genuine uncertainty, trying to figure out the convuluted conversion that his guardians had made. ] I don't know, eighteen, in Terran years? At the very best?