hold together and shoot the rapids fast

The first time Guernica Vandham met Consul T, he was a young man, chin jutting and fists ready to meet faces instead of just Ouroboros Stones.

Not the consul, though. He was an old man. He wouldn't say how.

One of the middling times Guernica met T, he was a middle-middle-aged man, fresh scar and sharp mind.

Not T, though. He was an old man. He couldn't say how.

The last time Vandham met Triton, he was approaching an old man, with old scars and flagging wisdom.

Not Triton, though. He was beyond age...wisdom?

Love?

But who remembered how?