[ meanwhile, lee is running a whole scenario on reincarnation and cryogenic sleep… he doesn't necessarily believe in the former, but his mankind has more or less invented a form of it. lumine certainly looks fleshy enough when he gives her the most discrete look he can muster. and a god could always be rationalised as any kind of higher entity— a government, perhaps. the way they're exchanging words now seems too personal for there to not be at least a shred of truth in her tale, but who knew, really, other than the teller themselves.

stories weren't always grounded in reality, but regardless of however much is omitted in the details, lumine's expression is unmistakably fond— melancholic, if he's reading her properly. and he doesn't need to know more than that to find solace in a kindred spirit. ]

If the feelings can persist through several lifetimes, I'd imagine there's little else they can't accomplish. Finding one another would be the simplest issue to solve.

[ his smile is wistful, tight. he knows he isn't the same person he used to be as when he became lee. ]

The biggest issue then would be if the brother became someone completely unrecognisable, and if the sister could accept that. Not to the scale of the passing of five hundred years, but the brothers had to go through a similar such trial.