A Reincarnator's Privilege

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{Outside The Projection} 

"Yep. Can't deny it. He's cold... real cold."

"I can't look at him and see just some twelve-year-old."

"Yeah, nah. Even back then, dude wasn't any different than any of us here."

"Better, you mean."

"The way he moves. The way he—he just knew what to do, like it was nothing."

"Mhm. No one would think him a first-timer after seeing that."

"Right... you gotta admit, it's... something."

That was the common sentiment within the crowd.

"Something, you say?"

Yet, as always, nothing was ever one note.

"It's fucking terrifying, that's what it is."

"Who just strolls through a camp full of people and cuts them down like it's a trip to the market?"

"Doesn't matter who they were—slavers or not—that shit's wrong."

"Wrong?"

Someone scoffed, loud enough to turn heads.