Hansel liked staring at the stars. So far away, and yet so bright. They also made the night sky a lot more interesting to look at. It could look at it anywhere, such as on the roof, which is where he is right now. Staring into space, his arms behind his head as he laid flat across the roof of the house where he was going to play games with his friends. It also was one of the few things that never changed, no matter which life he was in.
How many lives has he had now? Hansel didn’t bother to keep count early on. He had a feeling that it wasn’t worth it. This assumption wasn’t wrong, as he’s seen and knows more than pretty much any normal human being. Emphasis on the word normal, as there are a few exceptions to the rule. The easiest examples would have to be the seven deadly sinners, who have all been long since redeemed and allowed to walk on the earth again. The Master of the Hellish Yard does keep an eye on some of them though, which is understandable in those