Obviously, he is a work of art. Ha.
"I have that annoying discontinuity which I spent being dead, and I also moved to a different world from my original when I was seventeen and this made birthdays a little hard to track, but on the order of ninety."
"Five hundred and something or other. I stopped caring after a while - mostly when everyone I hated died. It's strangely gratifying, outliving everyone you hate."
"Sort of. I am only mostly human. The non-human bits help immensely with longevity. Thus, five centuries and change."
"Around here, mostly human means not human, albeit potentially very cunningly disguised. What else are you?"
"Sort of. Except for the part where the half-breeds are inevitably crazy. My mother was one of those, she killed herself by leveling a capital."
"I think it might be more efficient if we told all these stories in Pantheon where the others are waiting," Spring opines. "Darren, is your twin - you have one too, right? - is he or she readily available? There's two of those around back near the portal hub at the moment."
And off he goes. To play fetch. What a surprise.
"She. Uh - I can get her, but it's a bit of a flight from Forks to Seattle, so it will be a bit."
"Another time, then, maybe. Although I think Zevros has a sword he wants to give her."
"A literal sword. He lost a fight with Zeviana, and apparently this resulted in him having to accept a nickname he didn't like from her, and he is determined to beat up your sister."
"She has killed like - eight people. And can shapeshift. Into a flying hooved quadruped. I don't think he'll get his wish."
"My sister kind of frightens me sometimes," admits Darren. "I'm betting on her."
"I don't think I'll actually make any bets, though. Because uh. I have never met Zevros in my life."