[That is by no means a safe question. Yuan regards Zelos at an angle, and wonders if he cares enough to skirt the truth without lying.]

I've lost count. Well over five hundred, at this point.

[He'd be hard pressed to narrow down exactly where he is, in truth. He's been estimating 'about four thousand' for several years now.]

[Yuan chuckles then, a dry little rasp of amusement.]

What haven't I lived through? This city's been through more than a few changes. What aspects are you interested in?