Sevet agrees with his fourthborn.

"No one knows. Maybe someone with a lot of power think of it as a cosmic joke."

"Don't scare the new one too much. More so if he is just a kid."

"We should warn him at any rate."

He was going to complain that they shouldn't talk about him like he wasn't there, instead he asks: "warn me?"

"Warn you. We are not just similar in looks. This place attracts people from different worlds but who are very similar in looks and history. These are called alts and each kind of alt is a template. People of our template have similar sounding names and some tendencies. Am I correct to assume you want many kids?"

"Many." He usually doesn't answer that with confusion or apprehension. 

"Don't tell him that he can't."

"...It probably won't work."

"Or we can find an alternative. Kid. Sevet, we have a lot of kids and we make a lot of mistakes on the way of making them. Sometimes, it costs us everything."

He squirms uncomfortably. "Not it doesn't."

"It costs us any chance of actually being part of their lives and having a normal family. When it doesn't cost more."

"It cost my life." She says turning gray-pale and see through.

In that case he will flee the weird Spirit. Back to the water he goes.

His fifthborn is glad that isn't the end but he shouldn't have fled.

Jokingly,  he always replies it was a strategic exit. And he continues how he went back to observe and see what the other two were doing. 

Sevet is hungry and despite spending many hours he couldn't find a way out.

And there are three of his alts on the lake's shore. One wears a crown. They are having a picnic.

Sevet is eventually spotted eyeing their food. The crowned Stephen approaches the shore and leaves a plate with food where Sevet can reach it.

The food must be safe. Sevet is definitely eating it. He doesn't particularly bother with table manners on the account of not have ever interacted with a table.

He approaches with more food. "So you're the young one." When Sevet keeps gorging himself he continues. "I am sorry Stephania scared you. She is a bit cynical."

"She is a weird spirit." Sevet says between bites.

"Not wrong. She should've been gentler, but it is from a place of caring."

Sevet makes an agreeable noise. "I am gonna have a bunch of kids and not die."

"Solid life goal."

He lets Sevet take another bite.

"Most of us have six children between three spouses. Mostly wives."

"Sounds nice. I don't need a wife. I will be able to change shape and be a girl and get babies all by myself."