[ In the moment Margo speaks, more to ask him questions than anything, Booker resumes taking another swig from his glass. It eases out the truth, makes all of this feel less like a secret. He can guess a few reasons why, but he wants her to know more about him — the real him and not the alternate ladder-climbing Rook that he was in the Aerie.
And then he nods the affirmative. ]
Ageless from the moment of my first death, oui. [ It's why he is the physical age that he is now, but also why it's been 250 years and he still looks exactly the same, free of battle scars and all. All of those years seem to mean nothing but yet each year also passes with painful agony, the kind of loneliness only understood through experience. ] I suppose with the four hundred-some years that have passed since I woke up in this future, that would technically make me nearly seven-hundred.
it's okay!!! i'm just glad you found the notif c':
And then he nods the affirmative. ]
Ageless from the moment of my first death, oui. [ It's why he is the physical age that he is now, but also why it's been 250 years and he still looks exactly the same, free of battle scars and all. All of those years seem to mean nothing but yet each year also passes with painful agony, the kind of loneliness only understood through experience. ] I suppose with the four hundred-some years that have passed since I woke up in this future, that would technically make me nearly seven-hundred.
[ How's that for some shit, huh? ]
And I'm not even the oldest.