Oh no, I'm 26. Or, I think I'm 26, but. There was... a different timeline. I think I died when I was about eighty. I had a son, and he had kids. Shit, I mean, great-grandkid. Great-granddaughter.
[There's really no way to explain the timeline in the past that never really was. About how they lived a whole life in Fillory, 300 years in the past, and then Margo undid it all because of a letter Quentin sent from that timeline so it never happened. They never left.
About still remembering it.
So, he shrugs.]
Time works in mysterious ways sometimes. Where I'm from.
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[There's really no way to explain the timeline in the past that never really was. About how they lived a whole life in Fillory, 300 years in the past, and then Margo undid it all because of a letter Quentin sent from that timeline so it never happened. They never left.
About still remembering it.
So, he shrugs.]
Time works in mysterious ways sometimes. Where I'm from.