[When Susato agrees, Ferran's attention goes to her. While he's accepted his lot in life to some extent, the idea that Susato might be missing the kinds of experiences he'd thought everyone their age should have... it's upsetting, even if it doesn't quite show in his expression.]
I just turned eighteen when I got here.
[Happy birthday, Ferran; have a nice dream after being stabbed. He does finally take a slow, shallow sip of his tea, trying to fend off the taste of bile that the memory leaves in his throat.]
With Geardagas... I guess, nineteen. [He wonders if he'll stay here as long as a year. Maybe he'll be lucky and stay for longer.] What about you?
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I just turned eighteen when I got here.
[Happy birthday, Ferran; have a nice dream after being stabbed. He does finally take a slow, shallow sip of his tea, trying to fend off the taste of bile that the memory leaves in his throat.]
With Geardagas... I guess, nineteen. [He wonders if he'll stay here as long as a year. Maybe he'll be lucky and stay for longer.] What about you?