Threads of the Past, Knives of the Present

Hirvan leaned back in his chair, suppressing a burp as he patted his full stomach. The meal had been satisfying, a rare moment of indulgence in his hectic life.

"Hey, Hirvan… do you think Janiyar knows about your rebirth?"

Seung's abrupt question cut through his peaceful moment like a knife.

Hirvan blinked, his fingers tapping absently against the wooden table.

"Before you guys came to Astra City, I would have said not a chance… but now, with me being close to you guys, the Ren brothers, and Lu Hanbing… it wouldn't take a genius to start putting things together and guess my identity. So I say there's around ten per cent chance he is aware."

Hirvan explained his reasoning.

"Still, the concept of reincarnation and rebirth isn't something people can prove, it's too far-fetched, so he won't bet everything on it."

Hirvan's gaze darkened, his voice dropping slightly.