octōgintā   trēs

"Since when have you been thinking about that?"

He was able to find his word at that time. A part of him told him that twas too late for that but he kept telling himself that there was nothing late at all for getting whatever he needed.

He did have his way around making himself feel better amidst the odds of things and all.

They had been moving for a while. Most times, he was always of the opinion that the chariot was going to change from what it was into the messenger again.

He was so skeptical. He didn't know if that could be ever true.

The day seemed dry and fruitless and the outcome of all the things seemed to had been installed into the atmosphere.

Majority of the whole things just happened at their own will and space. It was really a space of time which taught him quite the numbers of things.