“I… did not like that meeting…”
Litvir slumped in their seat, feeling rather tired.
“In all honesty, I do not like sitting in on these meetings as well. But Tessar likes having us here, I guess. And I get to spend time with an old friend reincarnated.”
While Tessar, the General of the 11th Legion, the Legion of Godly Affairs, had left the room as soon as they were done, Taliv, the 11th Legion First Captain, and Ritlir and Lysar, the Generals of Internal and External Hidden Affairs, had remained for a moment, to settle down and calm their minds a little.
“What does that word mean?” Litvir suddenly turned to Ritlir.
“What word, reincarnation?”
“Yes, that one.”
Lysar grunted. “Ritlir, you know reincarnation is not real. The Oath Keeper told us so. We die, we return to the ground and new life grows from there.”
Ritlir tutted back. “I know reincarnation in an ancient religion sense is not real, but it is nice to believe that you can lose a friend and they be reborn in another life. Not all beliefs have to be strict facts tied to reality. In all honesty, sometimes we need some silly beliefs to make life worth living.”
Litvir clearly didn’t understand, and glanced at Taliv, who was writing things down, hoping they would explain. However, Litvir picked up something else from Taliv, alongside the fact that Taliv didn’t really understand reincarnation either.
“Alright, basically!” Ritlir decided to explain properly. “The idea of reincarnation is that, when you die, based on how good or bad you were in your life, your… soul, I guess, continues after your body dies and moves on to live in a new baby body, to live a new life in a bid to be a better person. The better or worse a person in your previous life, the better or worse your new body will be. So a good Rethan would be reincarnated into another Rethan, but a bad Rethan would be reincarnated into… I do not know… a worm. Or maybe a Torr. I do not know.”
“Reincarnation is not real though, so you do not need to worry about it!” Lysar grunted some more.
Ritlir turned to Lysar. “You used to be rather religious. You still do prayers towards the Lady of Light.”
“That is different. The Lady of Light is real. Other deities and religious things like reincarnation are not real.”
“Am… am I real?” Litvir muttered under their breath. “I am an other deity. I think.”
Litvir’s comment caught Ritlir and Lysar off guard, and made Taliv look up too.
“Of course you are real!” Taliv beamed. “You are a good little kid!”
“I am?”
“Of course you are!” Lysar rolled your eyes. “You do not need constant validation about it.”
Ritlir nudged Lysar. “Litvir is a baby. Babies do need a lot more validation. Doubly so since we threw Litvir into things rather deeply, and Litvir here IS basically a new version of our old friend Kuta.”
“I do… not like being compared to Kyr Kuta…” Litvir sighed. “Kyr Kuta was old and important and good and a General. I am just-”
“You are literally a god, made in Kuta’s image!” Ritlir interrupted. “I mean, aside from the purple? You are a tall, gangly Kuta. Kuta without the downsides.”
“That is… I still do not like that. I am not Kuta. I am Litvir.”
“But you were made to look like Kuta. You even have Kuta’s telepathy.”
Lysar grunted some more. “I think Kuta was just the base that Litvir was built from. There are other bits in there too, and the white plating could just as much be a Trehavon trait or something. Litvir is, after all, a combination of other bloodlines…” Lysar then turned to Litvir. “You should get a genetics test done.”
“Kyr Elkay suggested that…” Litvir sighed. “I am unsure about that though. Sometimes there is knowledge that one is not supposed to know. Because it could be painful.”
Ritlir shrugged. “On the flip side, perhaps, if you do get a genetics test done, you might discover that there are some Rethianos genetics in you after all, and you can feel a hint of legitimacy to Relkir being your parent.”
Litvir had no idea how to take that statement, and blinked in confusion. However, Taliv did act a little oddly. Normally, they wouldn’t consider scolding a General, but Ritlir used to be an 11th Legion captain, same way Taliv was, and Taliv felt that Ritlir was being unnecessary.
“Ritlir, that was very mean of you! Relkir and General Gath officially adopted Litvir, Litvir is 100% their kid. Do not suggest otherwise!”
Ritlir paused, then backed down. “Fair. It is mean of me to suggest that.”
“You should apologise to Litvir.”
“It is fine…” Litvir sighed. “You do not need to say sorry…”
Taliv frowned, then started packing their stuff up. “Anyway, I must leave. I have to get all this typed up and organised. Have a nice day, Kyrs.”
After a few moments, Taliv did as they said they would, and headed out of the office. Ritlir and Lysar both shrugged, then prepared to do the same, but Litvir remained still for a moment, lost in thought, staring at where Taliv had gone. Ritlir noticed this and decided to ask Litvir about it.
“Is something wrong?”
Litvir glanced up. “No? I am just… confused.”
“Why?”
“I think there is something in Kyr Taliv’s belly.”
Ritlir glanced at Lysar, then smiled at Litvir. “Really?”
“Yes. I do not know what though.”
“That is fine. I will speak to Taliv and suggest they go and see a medic. Do not worry about it.”
“Alright… I think I have other work now. Like, right-now work that I have to do.”
Ritlir patted Litvir on the shoulder. “You go and do that then. We shall speak later. Have a good one.”
“You too…” Litvir got up, bowed, stepped away from the table then suddenly vanished.
“Did… did Litvir just suggest that Taliv is-”
Ritlir shook their head. “Maybe Litvir can detect illnesses or something. But I will speak to Taliv. I am sure it is nothing bad.”
“Very well… See you later, Ritlir.”
“See you too, Lysar!”