Solus soaks in that contact, vast dignity be damned. They were brought online together, and it has become painfully obvious in the past ages that they were meant to be a social race. This lonely isolation has not been good for any of them.

"Fool, yes, but 'old'?" she scoffs, releasing Vector with a final, half-threatening squeeze in return.

"You are barely older than I."

She steps back, but barely enough to keep their limbs from entangling- firmly within arms-reach, fields well enmeshed and attempting to sync. She gestures lightly out toward the room, former pride in her work dulled over the years but still present.

"Of course I have. I never ceased. What have you been doing?"