"You're - thirty-something thousand years old?"
"I mean, I spent a lot of it dead."
"Ah. Okay. But you're - alive in this time period?"
"There's about a - fifty year range of times it could be right now, going off the landmarks I can see and can't see. I'm alive in all of them."
"I can't see a thing."
"Yes, my vision is much better than yours. There'd be a fortress over there, if it were later." He gestures out into the dark. "And there'd be people in this area if it were earlier. They've all been killed."
"What was the civil war over? - is it unwise to be talking out loud?"
"I mean, don't shout, but if there're patrols out tonight at all we're dead, we're not gonna just walk right past 'em. My vision's better than their hearing, I'll know it's over before they do, if it is. The civil war was over who got to be King, isn't that always what civil wars are over?"
"But not yet?"
"No, right now we're in the part where everyone's losing."