Methos Counts His Blessings by Holde_Maid
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Sometimes fic just happens...

One: I am alive.

Two: I died young enough to become very old, indeed. Old men rarely are efficient survivors. Running is too much of a necessity. And fighting, occasionally.

Three: I have lived long enough to learn many fascinating facts, see the wonders created mankind. Oh, the languages, the buildings, and the outstanding idiocies! We humans are an entertaining race. All those interesting men and women — so many names come to mind!

Four: I died old enough to be considered of age in most eras. Old enough to drink.

Five: beer.

Six: Those unthinkable alternatives...