"Is this... Is this true? Was I the Sage before?" Eiro asked, clearly stunned at this idea. The being sitting beside him slowly turned to him, "I only know your soul is a unique one, but that has been clear for a while, has it not?"
"...I guess so..." He muttered in response, looking down at his own hands, when he remembered something, "Wait, no, that... that doesn't make sense." The Demon said, "When I met those Arcane beings, they mentioned that I have one huge 'splinter'... If I was the sage before, and was then given that... leftover part on top of that, wouldn't that mean that I'd have two splinters?"
Eiro stood up and made his way over to the stage, and pushed the curtain to the side, stepping behind it. All the puppets that had been part of the play were now standing there, just staring at him, as if they were still alive but just without a will of their own. Eiro looked around, and found the mechanical doll with the wings, horns and tail and then quickly picked it up.
