"That last one was my third arena," the Signless says, because it's easier than trying to remember the exact methods humans use to measure time. "So a while, now. Long enough that all the novelty has worn off. You?"

He hasn't quite really sat down and thought about it before now. Exactly how long he's been here. How many times he's died (four!). And all he has to look forward to is more of the same. Ugh.