An angel. A being near-to divinity that created the stars. He could understand a little better now how someone could be so utterly unconvinced of the validity of these memories and supposed past lives. If the man before him was an angel, then.. what happened between that time and now?

It was a good question. Elliott spent a minute contemplating everything he knew to come up with a possible answer.

"Well... maybe you don't need to die to be reincarnated." He shrugged. "..But I don't know much about angels and how they.. become angels, so I guess I really wouldn't know."