I reincarnate from my house in a test pattern. I picked the place up from an ex-class-marshal who never had to do much, holding out for a nest egg. A nestling.


My point hasn’t changed, you may have noticed — mine is a home for fugues. I’m spry in my motives and underhanded getting back to catch how it works.

My position, reincarnation has to be roughing it, since once you lay back you start, hey we did this already.