"Yeah."

"Do you have a me?"

"We don't, we were pretty sure."

"Maybe we should leave the door area and grab a table." He looks at the group. "Or multiple tables."

"Yes, that sounds like a good idea," Remi agrees, heading towards one of the nearest tables - somewhat gingerly. He'll have to get used to being able to wander around this place again. 

Alex shifts some tables around to make a large enough one for all of them. 

He hops up into a chair, "Are you really sure?" Tobir asks the other Heris. "Heri thought- he thought I was dead." 

"Believe us. We are absolutely going to wreck our brains searching for memories to be sure."

"But we've met people that met our parents and they never mentioned and we don't have reason to believe they would lie."

"My mom lied to us. I think."

"I don't doubt she would. But we weren't talking about her."

"Okay," he nods, "If there is one, you should definitely go get him." 

"Who were you talking about?" Remi asks. "For further confirmation," he adds. "Your parents might have had the same set of friends as Tobir and Heri's did. I suppose your parents names might be similar, as well." 

"Ah." They both pause to think. "There were two of our father's school friends."

"Sirion and Remo. ...You are Remo's alt, he was dark skinned, but given the name."

"They have talked enough about what happened to our parents that I doubt they wouldn't mention a twin."

"Sirion - that would be Sirien, here." He looks pained. More than pained, really. 'Gutted' might be a better word. "He's... gone." 

Tobir slips down from his chair to go climb in Remi's lap. "The ones who did it said it was Uncle Iri who killed them," he explains quietly. "Mom and Dad." 

Heri does not climb in Remi's lap, but takes the next sit to hold his hand.

"He did not."

"Or at least our version also got unfairly blamed for it. But we figured out he was innocent."

"I dunno if they'll ever figure out it wasn't him. It won't matter, if they do."

"Capital punishment?" Angel asks gently. 

"Yes," Remi agrees. "For a much longer list of crimes than most other worlds with our tech level. It has to do with our reproductive drive - it's much stronger than most species', despite what the theorists in our home world think. On average, Amentans will settle for five children, who each have the same number of grandchildren, and so on. Overpopulation is one of the greatest problems the world at large faces, so capital punishment is very common for those who can't afford to pay to go to prison instead." He seems a bit more settled after this explanation. 

"Wow. Earth... some countries in our world face a potential underpopulation problem. Some is the opposite, which is largely related to lack of opportunities."

"Adults go crazy because of it during spring."

He half-smiles at Kenta, "Yes, we do, don't we. We're only fertile during that time," he explains to the others. He nods to Felix, "Even having had a couple years to get used to how few children people from most other species want, it's still somewhat hard to believe." He squeezes Heri's hand gently and briefly tightens his grip on Tobir. "I've been able to make do with Tobir, this past year. Three is a little too old to satisfy the urge to have children, though. Ah," he realizes, "Our years are four times the length of most Earths'. I'm not sure if any of you are from one of those, but the year length is actually quite common in other worlds, too. These three are all two years old."

"We're from Earths," Angel nods, motioning to Alex and Felix. "I'm not sure about you?" She adds to the Henries, "What is your world like?"  

"Humanity might have started in a world by that name? I… we… our birthplace was in a space station. But we crash-landed on an island and that's where our door leads out of."

"That's a weird pronoun confusion."