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~Human~
He watched these odd creatures that intrigued him.
He learned.
The humans, against the frailty of weak mortal trapping they endured, grew in a strength of spirit.
These odd creatures moved and changed even as they stood still. Their lives, so short, offered little time to grow yet somehow they did.
They were pack, in their own way. Staying together in small groups of family, within the larger group of a village and the even greater group of species.
Their little lives remained pitifully short compared to his, and yet they did take longer to die with each generation.
They moved through this world learning its dangers and passing the information to the next of their line.
In this way, they grew stronger, built better, cultivated with more efficiency and creativity.
They became more violent to defend what they built and the small families they created.
He found it oddly, admirable.
Toga knew, without knowing why, that he would defend what was his in the same manner.
He found he wanted something to defend.
He watched fascinated, as they passed on their knowledge from the elderly to the young.
It was, in an odd way, a form of immortality.
As time moved around him, he watched their generations be born, live and soon die.
With the watching of so many years, he saw a peculiar pattern of repetition.
He soon learned its name.
They were reincarnated, reborn generations later, in the divinely ordained cycle of rebirth.
A circle that he knew himself to be outside of.
**End**