It's not a person, okay. The same rules of aging probably don't apply. But it does sit and think about it for a minute. A long minute, frowning to itself, head leaning back against the wall again and eyes focused in the middle distance while its brain chases a feeling down. "I have. The impression," the Soldier says at last, haltingly, "that I've watched handlers age. While I didn't change. But my idea of time is. Kind of fucked up. Since I don't remember much of anything. For all I know I spent decades at a time in cryofreeze."