"Days" come and go in the Wonderland. In his eternal boredom waiting for more flesh to dry up, Kyrie took his time to count the seconds of the day. Twelve hours of daylight, twelve hours of night.
This is how Kyrie started to count the days again. It wasn't a measure of how much time he spent alone in the husk of the APT-WAR-V, but it still was north of how much time passed in Wonderland.
Kyrie counted three weeks down there; just two weeks more, and a month will have passed down here. While Kyrie isn't thrilled to leave this place, it will need to be done sooner or later.
He was aware of this; however, he took this sweet time to stockpile meat, roots, berries, and other things only this place can give, like wood. "Honestly, I should try my hands at making a wagon."
