You make it sound like we're truly ancient, Nie Huaisang.

[He says it with a gently teasing tone, but, y'know. They all had to grow up at a young age and take on unimaginable burdens. They may only be in their thirties, but it never surprises him to run into a peer and see the same sort of bone-deep exhaustion, or a pining for better days.

Leaning back, he kicks his feet out, posture lazy and at ease.]

--Not much of a point in reminiscing in the end anyway, is there? The only way to move has always been forward.

[The past remains as regrettably unchanged as ever.]