"Just about, yes." The longer he looks the more signs there are of time passing. The lines in a face he knows to be boyish, a lack of the little flick at the front of his hair. As aggravating and terrible as he'd found it- some small part of Zevran mourns it's loss.

"...it is true, the, that the world continues to need saving. That it was...a stop gap at best, what we've done?" It shouldn't bother him. The world and the fates are cruel, he knows this, assuming otherwise is foolish but-

Something in traveling with the Wardens made him feel like it might be safe to be a fool, just this once.