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[byanyname]

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[ultimatenegative]

Tonight is a night for points of order, it would seem. I have not suggested I am not, myself, making the long, slow march into death.

Well.

I am, rather, sprinting. But were I not in a hurry to reach that particular finish line, it would not be inapt to suggest I, too, have grown or am growing old. I feel its approach. I embrace it.

My knees have begun making ominous noises, it's true. But also: I wear clothing that comes from stores that don't sell hoodies and six-packs of Hanes underwear. I eat my fiber, floss, and have my prostate examined. (You should have your pr

I clean my firearms weekly instead of "when they jam".

Very responsible, moi. Sensibly adult.

(Rin has a hand in all of this, it should be stated. For fairness.)

(Not in the prostate examination.)

Perhaps a misapplied supposition: to think my peers feel likewise decrepit. Rin was similarly perturbed by the implication (or indeed by any tangential commentary utilizing the word 'old'.) Perhaps age is a state of mind; Rin occupies eternal youth through sheer force of will.

And so do you, in an entirely different sense. (How old is Enri? 21? 22?) (Sidebar: have you asked and do you care?) (You didn't ask. You investigated him first, didn't you.) (Not a condemnation. No-one our age could possibly keep up with your rigors.)