Maybe... older? I don't feel as old as I am, regardless. Maybe that's a little harder to explain... but I'd rather you not see me as some kind of ancient or all-knowing being, like a God.

[It's not like he sees Ayaka particularly young by comparison -- there is no comparison. Nor does he feel the worldly weariness of a god who has lived for far too long. Rather, time just feels like a concept that he stands above, as though every moment was the only moment. At least, to some degree.]

[But to her next question, his expression shifts to something bordering on melancholy-- but only for a moment. He takes a breath as if meaning to answer, but pauses, hesitating.]

A place... we can't go back to.

[Another breath-- and then a sigh as he shakes his head, shaking out whatever memories that simple phrase conjured up.]

I don't like talking about it. But Lumine and I... we're the only family we have. So for us, home is... wherever we're together.