"This was well past their time," he explained, one of the many peculiarities to his longevity.

"Other children I had grown up with were grandparents and great grandparents when the village was decimated. It does not make it any better, but it was... less personal."

With his hair soaked, he let the tension out of his shoulders, letting Arthur work as he gave a soft stroke to the other man's cheek.

"Is that when you joined up with your gang...?" he asked.

"After your father died, that is."