"...Thank you." There's a hint of wryness, there, but the annoyance is fading as quickly as it flared; he doesn't even rise to the bait.

It's hard for anyone to keep solid, consistent track of time anymore, between the scale of destruction and the nature of divine war, but -Zerxus knows for certain how many years he had before the world changed. Bruce was a child when his own was torn apart.

There's a low, soft growl in the back of Bruce's mind. He's pitying you.