Blacktail Deer Plateau o father (in law) where art thou

aditya was all too happy to get up and stretch his legs, though he took into account grayday's little speech, thinking on it for a long moment before speaking.

"i was brought up to believe we die and are reborn once more, until we live fully enough to rest forever," he remarked, smiling at the alpha male. "and sometimes the souls we meet are those we've encountered in previous lifetimes. perhaps we've lived and loved together many times before."

he shrugged. "there's no way of proving it. very few remember other lives beside their own, and even, then. . .are those just dreams, or actual memories of before? it's as if we leave our bodies--old, god willing--and wake up the next day as a child, with no recollection of any of the days we've lived previous."

aditya laughed, his breath a puff of white in the frigid air. "you're not the only one who's gotten introspective over the years," he teased. indeed, all the little moments aditya had once filled with fun and games were now crammed tight with weighty thoughts about past, present, and future--especially since hari had come to visit.