"He is?" Funny how some immortals still manage to run into each other in such a big world. Though Szilard and maybe Czeslaw didn't wind up in New York by accident, as far as Firo knows.

There's that name again. Lebreau. Maiza mentioned it once before and Firo tried to dismiss it as a coincidence. He hasn't tried peeking into the memories connected with that name since, and he definitely didn't try asking Czes about it. He nods, deciding not to bring up the memories this time.

"Czes? What was he like as a kid?" Sometimes he still thinks of Czes as a kid--it's hard not to--but then he'll spout off some weird fact or give Firo a funny look and he remembers just how old the "kid" really is.