Six times, at least since I first rezzed. Could be more before that, no clue.

[It's not a huge secret, and six was a respectable number as far as he was concerned. Not the lowest, but certainly not enough to do permanent damage like one unfortunate gunsmith he knows. He makes a vague gesture with one hand as he continues on.]

And it's been a while. Past me liked to leave notes, they're pretty helpful. Makes you wonder who the old you used to be, though.

[Clinging to bits and pieces of a past life that he doesn't even remember...perhaps from an outside perspective it could seem a bit pathetic, but it's the only constant that he can assure himself that he has. Even if he's not even sure who he's writing to anymore, at least there's some written record he can fall back on. Even as incomplete as it may be.]