*
For what felt like an eternity, Morgana simply stared at me. A puzzled expression crossed her face, and her eyes seemed frozen in her head as she looked at me.
“Reincarnation?” she asked, the word sounding blasphemous on her lips. The way she said it made it seem dirty, disgusting, and just plain absurd. “Why would anyone believe in that load of rubbish?”
“Come on,” I said. “You have to at least consider the fact that maybe it is real. Of all the concepts that humanity has had to deal with, surely reincarnation is not the most far-fetched one.”
“Except it is,” she countered. “The idea that a person’s soul transcends this life is absolutely nonsensical. When we die, that’s just the end of that. How could anyone possibly believe that after dying, we become somebody else? It’s complet
