He no longer counted the years.
Or how many times he had died and been dragged back to life.
As the end approached, he felt a sense of calm and completion.
"Everything has its time. You know that, old friend, better than most."
His last thoughts were of a young man.
Of words which had been spoken through tears.
"In a thousand years time, you won't remember me."
But he did.
He did.