“What?” I asked, genuinely having no clue what he meant by that.
“I don’t remember the first hundred years of my life. I was aware of my existence for a few years after that, and then I died. I was... asleep, you could say, down in Hell. I was woken up for brief periods of time once or twice in a century, solved some problems, and I was put back to sleep after the issues were resolved. I have been free for twenty consecutive years now.”
Oh, wow. I was too dumbfounded to speak for a while. I didn’t really expect him to tell me much about himself... His eyes pierced mine, and for the first time, I sensed some vulnerability in them.
“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting that. At all. I’d love to ask you more about that, but I assume you won’t tell me anything in greater detail.”
“Your assum
