We settled into somewhat of a comfortable silence. There was a lot I needed to think about. While knowing that Merlin actually had children was surprising, the news about the shadowy group hounding me was more so. It would explain why he wanted his family to protect me in some manner. The more I go down this rabbit hole, the more disturbed I become. The thought that I have possibly come back many times through the years, and killed prior to getting to my grimoire. A shudder runs through me at it. It was better to assume that this was my first rebirth or that I chose to ignore the call of my grimoire. Though, what made this time different from others, if that’s the case? 