["God" is a weird concept in a world where one country's god has directly interfered with shit. It's less about belief, because he certainly can't say he doesn't believe in the existence of such deities. If the question is one of respect or worship then it's definitely a no, but this guy seems pretty devout, and he's tactful enough to not be so blunt about it. Fortunately, he has a politician's skill in sidestepping such issues.]
I wouldn't say I'm religious. But given the situation, I certainly can't deny the involvement of some higher power.
[But as for that "judgement"... He's not sure what to think about any of it. The "crime" he'd been charged with was vague. And while he can admit to having done some morally questionable things, is he supposed to believe some god cared enough to do something about it? Or beyond that, that their retribution would come in this form?
And most importantly, there's another issue in when one would normally expect to face god's judgement.]
Do you think that means we're dead? Because I don't remember dying.
[He says it so matter-of-factly that it's clear he doesn't really think so, even if he's the one offering up the possibility.]
[Aaahh, if only Richard could hear the other man's thoughts. He would laugh at the absurdity of someone thinking him out of all people as devout. After all, he's a demon. Born with sin and cursed to bring ruin and death anywhere near him. But to him 'God' is just something that is. The absolute rule and law of the world.
Richard mulls over the question for a bit, bringing his hand to rest against his chest. His heart is still beating just as the same. ]
I don't know. [He admits solemnly as he casts his gaze down. It would seem that they were still alive, he thinks. But who knows. Do people have heartbeat in the paradise? And what about in Hell? Richard doesn't have answers to the questions about the world beyond the living. But he can't help but think of the person who he believes to have all Godly answers.]
[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.]
[Once they reach the end of the alley Richard stops briefly, staying behind in the darkness. He looks up, eyes focusing on the fake light shining down on the main streets from the windows and tall lanterns. Suddenly he misses the comfort of the cold darkness.
Another worlds? One outside of the death and spirits? The thought of it alone makes his head spin and feel dizzy, stomach twisting painfully.]
..God is not here. [He says quietly, more to himself than to his companion. If God is not here then what about the demons?
Then he steps forward to join Saralegui.]
That may be so. I'm no priest and have no answers to the life beyond death. However, whether it be a human or a false-god, they will not judge me.
I can't control whether or not they judge me or anyone else.
[Technically, he can. But that's no fun, and also not very wise. His abilities are most effective when no one knows they're a possibility, and that goes up in smoke quick if he gets lazy and starts carelessly using it to solve all problems.
Saralegui pauses in the light under a streetlamp, glancing back as the other man finally ventures out from the darkness of the alleyway. He smiles, pleasant as ever, but there's just the slightest edge to it – a little wickedness.]
But that doesn't mean I have to respect their authority.
[It is a slight edge. A nuanced spark, easy to miss for untrained eye that is not used to seek out the shifts and changes in one's expression. But Richard has played this game for a long time now to know to pick out the hidden fangs behind ones smile. He presses his own lips tightly together into a thin line, curling the edges to meet the smile on his companion's features.]
Then that is something we can both agree to. [Come as they might. Be they Gods, humans or demons. Richard will not apologize. He's never done so before and will not from now on either. He'll continue walking his chosen path with head held high. It's the least he can do. For himself and to his other half -- one that is not here.]
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I wouldn't say I'm religious. But given the situation, I certainly can't deny the involvement of some higher power.
[But as for that "judgement"... He's not sure what to think about any of it. The "crime" he'd been charged with was vague. And while he can admit to having done some morally questionable things, is he supposed to believe some god cared enough to do something about it? Or beyond that, that their retribution would come in this form?
And most importantly, there's another issue in when one would normally expect to face god's judgement.]
Do you think that means we're dead? Because I don't remember dying.
[He says it so matter-of-factly that it's clear he doesn't really think so, even if he's the one offering up the possibility.]
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Richard mulls over the question for a bit, bringing his hand to rest against his chest. His heart is still beating just as the same. ]
I don't know. [He admits solemnly as he casts his gaze down. It would seem that they were still alive, he thinks. But who knows. Do people have heartbeat in the paradise? And what about in Hell? Richard doesn't have answers to the questions about the world beyond the living. But he can't help but think of the person who he believes to have all Godly answers.]
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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.]
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Another worlds? One outside of the death and spirits? The thought of it alone makes his head spin and feel dizzy, stomach twisting painfully.]
..God is not here. [He says quietly, more to himself than to his companion. If God is not here then what about the demons?
Then he steps forward to join Saralegui.]
That may be so. I'm no priest and have no answers to the life beyond death. However, whether it be a human or a false-god, they will not judge me.
What about you, sir?
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[Technically, he can. But that's no fun, and also not very wise. His abilities are most effective when no one knows they're a possibility, and that goes up in smoke quick if he gets lazy and starts carelessly using it to solve all problems.
Saralegui pauses in the light under a streetlamp, glancing back as the other man finally ventures out from the darkness of the alleyway. He smiles, pleasant as ever, but there's just the slightest edge to it – a little wickedness.]
But that doesn't mean I have to respect their authority.
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Then that is something we can both agree to. [Come as they might. Be they Gods, humans or demons. Richard will not apologize. He's never done so before and will not from now on either. He'll continue walking his chosen path with head held high. It's the least he can do. For himself and to his other half -- one that is not here.]