He heads to Prime's world.
"Hey," he says. "I need you to do something."
"Spring's introduction to all of this was being resurrected based off of commentary from a god."
"The world I live in - it's actually not my original, but there doesn't seem to be any way to deliberately replicate the mechanism by which I got there - has gods. Practical literal talkative gods. The ones most likely to be relevant to your life are mine, Perinixu, who is a healing goddess of the highland springs and has supplied me with relevant magic powers, and Raezenoth, Rae for short, god of the desert wind and freedom and so on, who is my best friend's god and is much more likely to hang around the vicinity of the portal hub and socialize. They can understand all languages via a mechanism which, as a side effect, allows them to identify alts in cases of uncertainty by hearing us talk."
She is vaguely bothered by this. Being a league of men.
"Your other circumstances are awfully suggestive all by themselves, but yes, Rae is how it gets confirmed."
"In the case of Bells - names, personality, notebooking, we think we have matching parents but Spring doesn't remember hers well, we all look at least sort of like each other - you look like you could be our brother, Spring is almost just a palette swap of us three - and the ones of us who are from Earth seem to have been all born in the same town and the name of the town I was born in is suspiciously alike."
"For Adarins - names, personality, a twin, matching birth parents and a usually present adopted father - there's only been one exception to that so far." He glances at Edarial, then continues. "We also tend to be surrounded by terrible people, and we do the - math thing. Our scales are also the same, it's wonderfully charming and makes it easier to compare notes."
"I thought I was the exception, and then I remembered, a dragon is trying to kill my girlfriend. So, yeah, surrounded by terrible people, all of us. Except for Bells, obviously." Pause. "And our twins. And dads. But that's it, everyone else is fair game for being terrible."
"Anyway, we can fly to Luna and have the rest of this conversation there," says Cam, snuggling his angel and starting to make a shuttle with sufficient passenger room.
She kind of wants to tell him how much she missed him, but now there is a crowd of alts. Watching.
"Not all day or I'd have said, but a while, you should probably nip back to run your country. Also, good for you, running a country."