How does reincarnation work? >What species are reincarnated? >>Who among those species can be reincarnated? >>>If not everyone in the species gets reincarnated, who does, and how? >What species are things reincarnated into? >>Is it the same species? >>Is it a different species? >>It there a pattern to this, or is the species random?
>Where are they reincarnated to? >>Are they reincarnated on the same planet? >>>If not, is there a certain area in which they are reincarnated, or it it just a random location with the correct life forms?
>How many times can something be reincarnated? >How long after one’s death are they reincarnated?
>Do people remember anything from their previous life? >>Do they retain skills they gained and/or learn those skills faster? >>Are they naturally drawn to the reincarnations of people they got along with previously? >>Are they naturally repulsed by the reincarnations of people they dislike? >>Do they become interested in the same hobbies? >>Do they prefer the cuisine or culture of their previous life? >>Do any fears they gained pass onto their next incarnation? >>How many reincarnations do these things last through?
>Is there any way to control when or where you get reincarnated? >Do people, in general, believe that reincarnation exists? >>Why or why not?
Once a sick kid, and now a soldier, the possibility of imminent death is something Steve's had to grow accustomed to. Turns out, a sacred, somewhat odd nightly ritual, helps him cope.
It had been strange at
first, after the serum, to find out how deep a ‘deep breath’ really was.
He was lying on his back
in his bed in Stark Tower and no matter where or when he was, nothing was as
comfortable and as comforting as that last breath before winding down into his
His mother had started it;
he never remembered a time when she didn’t sit with him, hand on his back and
breathing slow and deep with him before mentioning three things she was
grateful for and one happy memory, before another three deep breaths. Sometimes, they were grateful it was sunny, and
sometimes they were grateful they were Irish and sometimes they had such nice
neighbors. Sometimes it was bigger
things, being grateful for being able to eat dinner or have heat. They were always grateful, Sarah would always
say, for second chances. A new one, every day, my dear, was what
she always said every evening.
Steve took in his third
deep, deep breath and held it for a slow count to ten before releasing it
slowly. Eyes still closed, he thought
for only a few moments before murmuring to himself:
“I’m grateful for the
trust of my teammates. I’m grateful for
belonging. I’m grateful for second
chances; a new one, every day.”
He paused again for
several moments before continuing:
“Singing in the car with Rhodey after his PT appointment this week made me really happy, because I didn’t think he’d smile or laugh for a couple days. It was a rough appointment and I admire him and he can really sing him some Sly and the Family Stone.”
Steve went quiet, taking
three more slow, deep breaths, and drifting off to sleep.