Huvrye takes a drink of his coffee, thinking. How long has the war been going on? His entire life, that's for sure - he'd been made for a war that was already happening, though the conflict with Isor had had its peaks and valleys before he'd come on the scene and inadvertently leveled it (and everything else). And then there'd been Certis, and Endon, and the Corrupted...

"Over a decade," he says, palming a warming array on the counter and putting his mug in the center. "Probably closer to two." Probably longer than that, honestly, but he didn't want to say much more on that front. He doesn't know what the human standard for war is, but he doubts they get as all-encompassing as Lasardhi's war.

(He has to believe that. The idea that this world could be just as bad as his if it had the opportunity is chilling. There's a reason he doesn't want Fantastic in power.)