Ironically he'd never in his life noticed what time it was at 2 AM. He'd never had a way of knowing when it was. He'd always heard that it was the time when babies woke up to be fed, but he'd walked past the potion merchant's home many times and never once heard a cry.
So he wasn't sure that rumor was true.
He knew that the sun often rose, in the summer, at six AM. That meant all he had to do was count back four hours to get to two... but he could never place the exact moment.
Once he tried to time it, even though his sense of time was so poor. His sense of time, after all, was skewed with yawns, patrols, and naps.
He was determined to find out, for certain, if two AM could be identified by an infant. He made a point every night to walk past the house that he knew housed a baby. For two years, he did that, and never once did he catch the cries.
At that point-and until he was old enough to have his own children-he was convinced that 2 AM didn't exist.
