[It just feels strange not having that constant companion... but at least he has Pyrrha for company now. No, he knows he can't expect to keep her around all the time. He'll just have to adjust again to being by himself more often than not.

Brooding on this topic, he forgoes conversation as they head downstairs. Only when Pyrrha asks him a question does he start talking again.]

How old am I? [Time is a bit of a fluid concept for him, since he can travel back and forth through it as long as he can make it to the Temple of Time. The answer differs depending on where he is in time at what moment.] Seventeen. Why?