You've been traveling through the underground cave system that used to be the resistance's hide out. The Sufferer started it, but in his day there were only four. You wonder if he'd have lived as long as you if he'd been allowed to live. You wonder if he'd have been proud of you. Probably not. You make an effort to listen to the talkative boy.
"they SAY you WEREn't THE fastEST troll Alive, 8UT the MOST skilled. THEY say YOU could CUT down AN INdiGOblood MID flashSTEP."
"that one's true.." you say slowly in a low voice, looking sadly down into the body of freshwater that'd been the resistance's water supply. A tall troll with long, straight wavy hair, wearing old, thin, rutted battle armor, armor made for a skilled fighter focused on speed and footwork rather than strength, and a snarling mouth. You coil your muscles slowly, everything's been painstakingly slow since you've woken up, to spring if sprung on, before realizing it was you. You stare into your reflection. Your hair was long and greasy, past your shoulders, near your pits. You reach back and pull your hair into a tail behind your head, keeping it in place with a band that once belonged to Aradia. You've grown taller. Not as tall as someone your age should be, or someone whose age you look at least. You definitely looked older, you look like a young adult. You certainly don't look like that skinny as a reed and lanky ass kid you did when you took down the Condescension with Feferi. Feferi would have hardly recognized you. Especially near the end. Why? Why hadn't you aged right? You lived long. Longer than most trolls, longer than you should have. Your gross human blood should have sent you to death earlier than any caste, but its kept you longer instead. Feferi said it might have been her life powers. She never could control them. Then why did she die? Especially from something like old age?