Otherwordly Alliance
It wasn't a turmoil he could simply find an answer to in a book. Perhaps there was no truth that could give him closure—it was just the way things worked.
Sitting with his thoughts for some time as he let hours pass, even finding himself falling asleep for a brief few minutes multiple times—he remembered.
There was one person he could ask, however, maybe the only other figure in the world that shared in a similar experience as himself.
He picked himself up from the bed, moving to the translucent doorway. To his surprise, the dark-haired man was dedicated not to wasting time even in his imprisonment, as he performed handstand push-ups in plain view.
"…Sixty-three…Sixty-four…" Ves counted with paced breaths.
The sheer concentration on the toned reincarnator's expression was one that the young man didn't feel like breaking.
'Sixties…? Power to him, I guess,' he thought.