Chapitre 1841: Questions

If one were to ask Rui how many times his mind had been free from thought, he probably count the number on one hand.

It was rare.

It was rare, and this was one of those moments.

"Reincarnated."

Rui froze then and there. 

His body.

Mind.

All of it seemed to freeze in time itself.

He was almost unable to parse what she had just uttered.

His name was something he hadn't given too much thought to in his life. He had initially had some trouble adjusting to it as the new label of who he was. After all, John Falken had lived with his name for nearly sixty years. That was an attachment that was not easy to rid.

By the time he got used to it, he didn't hold any curiosity about its etymology.

After all, it was three letters and two syllables. 

About as basic as a name could get. 

Today, that illusion had been shattered.

A single whisper escaped him.

"…What did you say?"