There's part of him that wants to ask how much of that time the "other him" was here, but the rest of him viciously squashes that part. It's like prodding at an open wound, and he knows it's a bad idea. Better to just let the body (the mind) do its thing without interference. The bleeding always stops. The potential lack of aging barely even registers. It's not like he has any real experience with aging anymore, except watching other people do it.

Time for the next big question: "How much of that were you a prisoner. An. Inmate."