They drift by my world, you know. The one I rest in.
[Sometimes he pounces upon them and torments them, sometimes he'll find the odd interesting soul and engage in conversation. It always ends the same way, with the soul moving on to a final resting place.
Where that is, Yuber couldn't say. It's a place he cannot see, a place far beyond his reach.
Something almost like loneliness drifts across the Communion then quickly disappears.]
I never know where they end up.
I wonder if every world has its own system for the dead?
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I've always wondered about that.
They drift by my world, you know. The one I rest in.
[Sometimes he pounces upon them and torments them, sometimes he'll find the odd interesting soul and engage in conversation. It always ends the same way, with the soul moving on to a final resting place.
Where that is, Yuber couldn't say. It's a place he cannot see, a place far beyond his reach.
Something almost like loneliness drifts across the Communion then quickly disappears.]
I never know where they end up.
I wonder if every world has its own system for the dead?