“I don’t know how I feel about this,” I said, leaning back in my chair in the white void.The administrator laughed. “Why not? I mean, you saw her mother, right?” He waggled his eyebrows and let out a low whistle.I glared at the higher dimensional being wearing the image of a meek librarian, and shook my head in disbelief. “Felris is only fourteen.”“Yeah, but if this even happens, it won’t be until sometime after you graduate. You’ll be seventeen, pushing eighteen then, and she’ll be, what, almost twenty?”“Eighteen? I’ll be, like, a hundred,” I said, thinking back to my first life. It had been a lonely life, and a rough one, but it had also somehow been a long one.“Nah, you can’t think like that,” the admin said. “First of all, you’re probably much older than that, if you count past lives. You just can’t remember them. And this is your first System world, but not necessarily hers. Her soul could be even older than yours.”“Yeah, but she doesn’t remember any of her previous lives. I do, at least the one. Isn’t that… wrong?”The admin looked up at the infinite white. “Well, what then? Because after this life, you’ll be even older, by your count of years recalled. The more lives you live, the more that manufactured distance will grow. Are you just never going to have an intimate relationship ever again? For eternity?”I frowned. That sounded pretty bleak. “Maybe I’ll meet another traveler? Someone else reincarnating with [Metasurvival]?”The admin snorted. “You probably will, sooner or later. But I doubt it’ll go that way. Probably… quite the opposite.”“What does that mean?”“When travelers meet… well. The types of people who usually strive to live forever don’t really like meeting someone strong enough to kill them. It usually turns into a fight.”“Surely not always,” I said.The admin simply shrugged, and I filed (...)