Adevar's eyes narrowed as the man spoke. Had he always been this spiteful? This prideful? If so, he was beginning to doubt that he would have been his friend, or at least not a close one. And if this person had been a scientist, why was he so militaristic? What had happened while he was unconscious? Truthfully, he was afraid to know the answer. But at the same time, he needed to know.
"I'm having no trouble stomaching it," he pointed out. "It's quite tolerable, actually." He made no attempt to veil the fact that his partner's contempt was not approved of. There was complaining about poor quality food, and then there was... this. But his moment of calling the other out was cut short, and his jaw dropped. "Years?" Well, he hadn't assumed he'd been under there for any specific amount of time, but years... That was one of the options he had been hoping was not close to true.
He stared blankly at his food, processing the information he had just learned. A lot can happen in merely a day if it's spent right. Or wrong, depending on how you looked at it. But years? No wonder things that he remembered about his comrade and what was before him now did not click. Slowly, Adevar shook his head. "Not much, I'm afraid. I can remember voices, but not the faces they belong to. And faces, I can't put names to them."