There isn't a good word in Basic but if these people had less bucolic lives he suspects the Mando'a word would be aliit, or maybe traat'aliit. The people you bring into your life and keep for a long time. Family not made by blood, or 'squad' if you're the kind of culture to think that way.

He thinks through this slowly. It seems they carry memories and relationships from life to life, cloning each other by knowing the dead person well. If his people had this power they would have been- well, probably still bombarded from orbit but he can't help but feel envious. 

"You all friends for long time? Lives and lives? How meet each other?" He opens his hands, palms up, a gesture of confusion. "How new people ever fit in this place?"

"Sometimes someone doesn't want to come back and then we make someone new. Immigrants aren't very common here. There are places that don't do reincarnation, which might work better for you at least once you have the language."

"They don't do reincarnation at all? Oh, all people brand new people but made like reincarnation made?"

It is still baffling to him that they don't have kids by accident. Actually, he really should reconsider whether these people are actually human like he is, there's a lot of creatures in the galaxy that look mostly human. That makes much more sense.

"Then best thing I do for now is language." Language, and continue experimenting with mind tricks to get his way around the village. He's frustrated by not knowing how to go faster, the repetition of daily life leaving him restless. Ever since he learned to use his powers he's had to stay hidden, use them on others only with purpose and need. He'll stay up late studying his language notes and spend his mornings hunting wildlife to sell and with what time is left he mostly spends testing the limits of force manipulation with pointless orders on the household, though not so much that it gets in the way of the house functioning well.

Briseadh realizes he doesn't know what to do with a village this low tech even if he did rule it with an iron fist. He almost wishes some Jedi would show up and fight him.

"- well, yes, everyone makes people, they're just not trying to get back the same ones who died, they make them up new. It's a lot of work, and some people don't like the idea at all anyway."

"The work is imagining the person well enough? What happens if someone's lazy about it?"

"If they're reincarnating, or making a new one?"

"Making a new one. If they're reincarnating I guess person comes out different than other people remember."

"Well, if they're sloppy then whatever they're sloppy about will turn out differently, just something filled in at random."

"What happens if they do smallest work? All random?"

"Yes, it's possible to just make a completely random person."