[ Sylvain rarely lets something as inconsequential as age deter him. Besides. He usually felt a lot older than his twenty-five years. War tended to do that to a person.

But he just chuckles and wiggles his hand back and forth in an uncomfirming gesture. ]

Honestly? Depends on the day. Some days, yeah, it feels like I'm getting a handle on it. And hen there's the days where there's fish flying in the sky and vampires throwing flower parties and cat-sized scorpions and I'm back to wondering what the goddess I've landed myself in the middle of.