"You've changed, become somewhat of a stranger."
The newcomer was extremely familiar with Lotson, or rather, the former life of Lotson, the Saint of Nostrodamus.
He made this judgment based on some very inconspicuous details.
And he didn't hesitate to say it outright.
"Of course."
Lotson grinned, showing eight neat teeth, and readily admitted, "I also found that I have changed, quite different from before."
After a pause, Lotson's smile faded, and he countered, "Otherwise, why would everyone treat me as the reincarnation of a saint rather than as the Saint of Nostrodamus? Reincarnation is reincarnation. Even if the True Spirit remains unchanged, that's just the core of a person remaining unchanged. If the accessories and decorations change, the person changes too."
"How good would it have been if you'd had this mindset earlier?"
The newcomer quite agreed with Lotson's view on the core, accessories, and decorations and expressed a rich sense of regret regarding Lotson.
