Otis sat on the bench, weeping bitterly. He'd had doubts before. But by the age of 19, he finally realized he wasn't just suffering from a chosen one complex, he was one. He was living one of his thousands of lives and remembered them. He remembered his personal god. Leylon was merely his creator, master, assistant, and friend. A supreme being with long blue hair that he wore in braids. Otis remembered him, even though his memory had been erased. However, he realized he could speak mentally to his master, or communicate through signs or through intermediaries like birds or the wind.