They talked about everything on the walk. Her childhood, her studies, the car accident she’d been in two years before. Her favorite foods and films and books. His life, which had stretched hundreds of years; the daily reality of it was hard for her to fathom, the immensity of what he’d seen, what he’d witnessed. His current circumstances seemed to her both wonderful and sad—he could afford any luxury but never cared about any of it, unable to share it with anyone.
