It was not the first time she'd heard the sentiment reflected. Greek gods, Hindu devas, Christian saints, immortals of folklore— her life stretched out on a scale that dwarfed them all, and somehow that brought an expectation of a corresponding wisdom or wit or power that her stumbling conversation could never hope to meet. Qebhet had seen the interest die in enough immortal faces over the years for the mention of age to make her stomach squirm just a little. "Years are only one measure of a life," she said. "One can help lot of people in four hundred years. That's what you and your friends do, isn't it? You must have touched so many lives."
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