"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[He says, like that's a normal fucking thing, even to Amaurotines.]
However, like I said, yours is a body most youthful, so I would not worry overmuch. Besides, I plan not to live out this body's life here. I plan to escape, remember?
...Right. As you very well know, projects of such complexity may require more than just a couple decades, especially with so few of us to research and design. Forgive me, I am not normally prone to such anxieties. How much time does this body of yours have, if you had to estimate?
[He lets out a slow breath]
Though I have ideas of my own already. We will confer and collaborate once we are in the same space.
Yes, yes. But it may not be as complicated as you think.
[He pauses a moment at that question, but also because his heart hurts for Hythlodaeus... He really does not like hearing the worry in his tone, and him having to contend with being mortal. It's not great feeling for himself, either, but...]
By my wager, this body is roughly forty-two. Mortal bodies have a max of one-hundred and twenty, give or take. Surely you do not need me to do the math for you.
[Though...he also knows that, while not Solus' actual body nor his clones, that body gave out at eighty-eight. Granted, it was by design, but it had indeed gotten...rather frail towards the end there.]
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[He says, like that's a normal fucking thing, even to Amaurotines.]
However, like I said, yours is a body most youthful, so I would not worry overmuch. Besides, I plan not to live out this body's life here. I plan to escape, remember?
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[He lets out a slow breath]
Though I have ideas of my own already. We will confer and collaborate once we are in the same space.
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[He pauses a moment at that question, but also because his heart hurts for Hythlodaeus... He really does not like hearing the worry in his tone, and him having to contend with being mortal. It's not great feeling for himself, either, but...]
By my wager, this body is roughly forty-two. Mortal bodies have a max of one-hundred and twenty, give or take. Surely you do not need me to do the math for you.
[Though...he also knows that, while not Solus' actual body nor his clones, that body gave out at eighty-eight. Granted, it was by design, but it had indeed gotten...rather frail towards the end there.]