"How old are you?" There're three of them left in the tavern, on closing time, with Venti pretending badly to sleep and

“How old are you?”

There’re three of them left in the tavern, on closing time, with Venti pretending badly to sleep and Paimon already gone to her pocket dimension when Diluc presents his question.

Aether shrugs, “I don’t know”.

“You don’t know?” Venti asks, opening eyes from his fake slumber.

“I never kept count,” Aether says. It was simple as that.

Every world differs in how they keep track of time, so it quickly becames just too much of a bother, they tried to keep track of how many worlds they visited but now Aether doesn’t even remember when they stopped with that too.

So how old he can be? Old enough to drink? Old enough to fight dragons and join revolutions that are none of his business?

He thinks that at some point you’re just old enough that it doesn’t matter.

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