Well, strictly speaking, time itself had not been created yet, but...

[He sees something shining in the corer of her eyes, and he is quite sure it is not an effect caused by the crystals on the walls. He holds on to her hand as best as he can, but his grip is as frail as expected. He is too cold to offer any real comfort, his aura too damaged to reach her. This poor child should not be here. She should not be here at all, and yet she is doing whatever she can to help. No wonder he once thought she could be one of his.

In a sense, she is more alive than any of those he could not save.]

Secret? [He asks with a warm smile.] My apologies, Collette. I seem to have completely forgotten...