If he didn't have the tablet to track the days he'd have no idea so much time has passed, it feels both like an eternity and yet weirdly compacted into a very short time. Without the sun to mark the passage of days, and an eternal sense of dread, it's easy to let days slip by without remembering what they were, punctuated only by catastrophes and battles. The feast. The kidnapping. The aurora. They could have all been the same day with how they've been distorted in a place that's almost timeless.

"I have, yet I feel like I'm not better for it. Things yet remain hidden, and there's always something new to learn." Even this place can't completely crush an eternal optimist. "I suppose that's reason enough to keep moving forward. The solution to a problem may be right in front of us."

"It's true. Titles become a part of you, even when they're meaning is rendered obsolete."