[Saralegui nearly scoffs at the uncertainty, but restrains himself to a faint amused huff of breath.

As they finally step out of the alleyway, Saralegui pauses, glancing up and down the now quiet street.]

Well, this doesn't resemble any afterlife I've ever heard of. And if those of us here are from different worlds, then I can't imagine we'd all end up in the same place anyway. Doesn't it make more sense to assume everyone else is right in that this is just another world?

[One under the control of beings who for some reason want to "rehabilitate" them, beings that must be powerful indeed to make all this happen, but as long as they're not dead, then there's a chance of escape.]