"So many misunderstand immortality," I murmured, drawing Laszlo's eyes back to me. "They think it means time passes faster, that days are minutes and years are days and we rush through our lives. But you cannot change the length of time, or how it stretches around you." Laszlo's face was slack, yellow gaze bright and open. "Centuries are long," I said. "Very," Laszlo said, brow folding in a shared pain. "Has no one else been here with you?" I asked. "Visits," Laszlo murmured. "Brief affairs." You are lonely, I thought, but the words didn't need to be said. Just as Laszlo didn't have to tell me
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