Reincarnation

And while it seemed like the best idea, it also felt wrong. He frowned tapping his fingers against the table, the soft clicking sound comforting. It felt like a century had passed since- at an instant he stopped. He shouldn't think about that, those thoughts would only bring the shadows back from a time that seemed blurry. He bit his lip thinking about those thoughts. Thinking about faceless people who seemed familiar but so far away. He stops thinking and starts moving.

"no use crying over spilled milk Denmark"

he says to no one in particular.