Pircalmo took a moment to process the explanation. He spoke a slow and serious "Right," before lowering his brow and staring at the floor. "I am perhaps not the most knowledgeable person to speak on the nature of souls in general. I do not believe you are lying, but that your situation is even possible is...strange is an understatement. Baffling? That will have to do." After another while, Pircalmo winced and itched at the back of his head. He stood up and continued thinking out loud as he walked to a bookshelf. "Reincarnation and crafted souls, of course they have happened before, but an amalgam brought together so densely to be unstable?" He pulled out a book and thumbed through it to find a passage. He muttered negatively as he checked each line. In the middle of his skim reading, Pircalmo turned his head around to Meesei again. "Do you have an inkling as to why you have these memories, Meesei? At the face of it, the Hist are putting them at the risk of being lost forever along with you – who are a part of the Hist."