The Foreverwatcher's lips pulled up as he gave Arella something that was close to a smile but was not really a smile. Then, he raised his hand, and touched Arella's forehead. His many reflections blinked, their golden eyes glowing in sync. "It seems that our time is up."
Arella shook her head, "Why does all this information matter in the first place? Why did I need to even know about any of my past lives."
The Foreverwatcher tilted his head, "It was never meant to matter," he murmured, "and yet it does. You will figure out everything in due time, child of Camael."
His words were not cruel, nor were they dismissive, but they showed finality. He was not going to tell Arella anything more no matter how she would ask.
"That does not answer anything." Arella rolled her eyes, retorting as she usually would.
The Foreverwatcher raised a brow, "Because you are not ready to hear the answer, you will come and seek me again, all in due time."
