He shrugs a wing. This seems to be troubling Frisk, too, but he's certainly not going to probe.

"I'm not sure. My sense of time was really screwed up! My deal was weird, I couldn't think in quite the same ways I can now. But I've heard people say it was something like a month before we got out of there." It had seemed longer, if you asked him, but the line between the backstory and the time when he'd actually definitely been there isn't one he can make out. Even when he'd had a lot of memories of Julien, he hadn't been Julien, he'd been afraid that becoming Julien would be killing who-he-was.