Date: 2010-05-15 03:31 am (UTC)
“I'm 175 years old,” he repeats. “Never told anyone that before. Just you. There was one man who knew exactly how old I was without me having to tell him. He's dead. He's...”

Richard shakes his head. He's gone over this before, said, succinctly, why Jacob had disappointed him. What was the purpose retreating old ground? Jacob had told him nothing, and in the end, he wasn't important at all to Jacob.

“I just want to rest,” he says quietly.
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