I asked for it, so when I got the answer, despite how absurd it was, I did not give any exaggerated reaction.
"You don't behave like a being four centuries old."
"How do you expect a being four centuries old to behave?" the woman asked, leaning forward and resting her hands on her chin.
Martha was not stupid, but even now, as I looked into her eyes, the strong light in them made it hard for me to equate her with the age she claimed.
I had once been fifty, and I still clearly remembered the dim look that had been in my eyes.
The misfortune that had befallen me could not be ignored, but still…
"Other than that day, you're a very cool-headed person, but you don't give off an aura of age."
"Like I said, by this planet's standard.
You call me old, but my body is as energetic as ever, my bones hard and strong, my cells ready to multiply at every given time.
