"Well, yes. I've the scars from my wounds, too, so -- it's not that weird, right?"

There's only so much healing you can do from something like this, or so he thinks. Honestly, he's grateful to feel as well as he does, even if he is very much past his prime. But Lysithea's words will plant a seed of doubt later, when one of the weeper mushrooms restores his sight for a few days. That won't make any sense at all, once Break settles down to think about it.

"...mm. That's true anytime one moves from one phase of life to the next, I think. If we're permitted to grow old here, no doubt we'll be reminiscing about how different the Boardwalk was in 'the old days', and this or that particular October festival, and little shops come and gone."