"It was a pretty boring four billion years," she said, smiling a little at her. People were so easy to astonish! It was honestly a little amusing. "But no, it's nothing like reincarnation, really. See--this body doesn't age. The cells do not grow, or change, or die, unless acted upon by an outside force. I will heal if I am cut, bruised, or otherwise injured, but conceivably I could stay as I am forever.
"Unfortunately, the missions that the Goddess sends me on are not always safe, and sometimes my injuries are such that they kill me. This body is strong, but some things cannot be avoided. But a body is just a body; the Goddess forged my origional body from the fire of the stars and she has done it every other time that I have died. My soul, as you might call it, my mind and my memories are transported, but sometimes the last few years before death do not make it, because they are not cemented into my mind."
it was at this point that Drea noticed Sora's shaking, "Are you alright?"
