Here's a boy, no older than nineteen, quietly sipping from a mug in an interdimensional bar. There is a rather large rather ponty-eared panther lying next to him, purring softly as the boy scratches its head. Floating in front of his face is a book, which he is absently reading. Given that he didn't walk in from the door, it can be presumed he is probably a tenant who came here from one of the rooms upstairs at some point.
"We always eventually get rid of him, it seems. They don't typically care much by the time we're about fifteen or sixteen so if we have the means to leave we do. That... can change depending on circumstances, but seems to be the general rule."
"What happened this time around? I'm not entirely clear if you're reborn or just manifested fully formed out of sea foam."
"My birth parents gave me up for adoption and I was raised in an orphanage. But I set this up in advance."
"Huh, did you remember everything? That would make for a weird childhood."
"I only started remembering things once I learnt to talk, and after that it took a while to get everything, but I was fully myself by the time I was sixteen again. And no, it did not."
"Feel free to add to the hug, but he is our best hugger while Felix is away."
The hug startles a laugh out of him. "Really, by the time I was twelve I remembered most of my nearly four hundred years of life, an orphanage mishandling my gender identity barely registered."
"I really, really didn't care. It sounded petty and funny to me and I had no reason whatsoever to pay them any mind. You don't need to worry about it."
"That is good. But have you met Fernando? Inside that resting-bitch-faced shell he is consumed by righteous fury on behalf of all genderqueer children in the multiverse."
"I seem to have a deeper appreciation now of why mes seem so fatefully drawn to all of yous."