“When is your birthday?” “Do I even need to count them anymore?” He merely waited. I sighed. “It’s the Winter Solstice.” He paused. “That was months ago.” “Mmmhmm.” “You didn’t … I don’t remember seeing you celebrate it.” Through the bond, through my unshielded, mess of a mind. “I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t want a party when there was already all that celebrating going on. Birthdays seem meaningless now, anyway.” He was quiet for a long minute. “You were truly born on the Winter Solstice?”
