Three centuries. Had he been awake, it would have registered as strange. Bizarre. Impossible of a claim to make. It registered, on some level, as it showed on the fleeting expression on his face. But he was not fully awake - actually he was starting to drift back off again into another phase of sleep, another deeper state of exhaustion - and so the onslaught of questions he might have normally entertained were swatted away like sand in the wind.
"There's always a motive," he said, and the statement sounded hollow, almost recited. Perhaps he didn't believe it, on some level. But many of the people he had interacted with - many of the minds he had entered, so to speak - they were all driven by their own selfish motives. Even the 'good guys' had their reasons for doing what they did. True altruism was but a fairy tale they tried to use to put on charity slogans.