"Do you want me to tell you about me?"
Trafalgar hadn't expected that.
Caelvyrn had spent the last hour talking about dead power houses, broken weapons, and wars whose victors had rewritten half the details afterward. For a man who clearly enjoyed talking, he'd managed to say surprisingly little about where he fit into any of it.
Trafalgar looked around the sealed room once more. "I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to."
Caelvyrn gave a quiet breath that might have been amusement, then moved toward the shelves. "There isn't much point collecting history if you're going to pretend you weren't part of it. I've lived through enough of what sits in these rooms."
"That's still a very careful way of avoiding telling me how old you are."
"It is."
"So how old are you, exactly?"
Caelvyrn looked at him over one shoulder. "I'm not answering that."
Trafalgar stared at him for a second before accepting that he probably wasn't going to get anything better.
