Then why should this place be purgatory in the first place?
[Heretic. The voices in his mind, particularly a booming tenor that tends to rebound off marble walls across the entirety of a House with capital H, berate him for the mere idea that he's casting. A seed of doubt, of sorts, from the son of Harvest.] I know that we've been told this, but—
[A pause.] Do you think people here want to be redeemed?
[ He waves Zagreus towards one of the haphazardly repaired chairs he has up here on the balcony and sinks down into another one himself, taking a seat. ]
Y'know, I'm only good at looking into the future, not the now and here or. Or the past, so, I can't say I know for sure. I know I'd like to be redeemed and go on to heaven but this place is so much like a real place, where you can just have a new life, somehow, so maybe a lot of them will just stick around.
[He thanks him as he sits across him. Listening to Bruno being so flabbergasted by everything, he doesn't really blame him. It's not the first time he's seen a Shade being so uncertain about everything, even their own death.
He smiles, though, nodding.] Underworlds tend to be like that. There's a reason it's called an Afterlife.
Sure, but I was sort of hoping for it to be easier, not... harder.
[ He has to find somewhere safer to live, he has to work or find a job, he still has to eat and drink and... everything! Plus there are monsters and shadows and, and, and! The list could go on. He won't bother Zagreus with it. ]
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[Heretic. The voices in his mind, particularly a booming tenor that tends to rebound off marble walls across the entirety of a House with capital H, berate him for the mere idea that he's casting. A seed of doubt, of sorts, from the son of Harvest.] I know that we've been told this, but—
[A pause.] Do you think people here want to be redeemed?
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[ He waves Zagreus towards one of the haphazardly repaired chairs he has up here on the balcony and sinks down into another one himself, taking a seat. ]
Y'know, I'm only good at looking into the future, not the now and here or. Or the past, so, I can't say I know for sure. I know I'd like to be redeemed and go on to heaven but this place is so much like a real place, where you can just have a new life, somehow, so maybe a lot of them will just stick around.
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He smiles, though, nodding.] Underworlds tend to be like that. There's a reason it's called an Afterlife.
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[ He has to find somewhere safer to live, he has to work or find a job, he still has to eat and drink and... everything! Plus there are monsters and shadows and, and, and! The list could go on. He won't bother Zagreus with it. ]