Nanna didn't really consider himself old. Despite the number of chronological years that he'd been in existence, as Lord of Time, it was all more than a little fluid to him. He was both old and young, and all points in between, all at the same moment. Which, Nanna could admit, might get a tad confusing. If he thought about it too long himself it made him feel as though his brain was going cross-eyed. It was a novel sensation, and he enjoyed it on occasion, but most often, he simply accepted that things were as they were.

( He was not old. )