"Then again, if we waited for sane people to get things done, I doubt we'd have half the luxuries we do today," Nuriko points out, arching a brow and ignoring the easier question to ask — namely, how sane Robin Goodfellow considers himself to be in the first place.
He brings up an interesting topic, however, something Nuriko never considered when she was waiting in the wings on Mt. Taikyoku.
"The only afterlife I know is one which works towards finding a new life. Being reborn. Are you telling me that there's something different for some people?" Nuriko rests her chin in her palm, expression carefully neutral. "Where does a puck go after he dies?"
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Date: 2013-12-29 05:30 am (UTC)He brings up an interesting topic, however, something Nuriko never considered when she was waiting in the wings on Mt. Taikyoku.
"The only afterlife I know is one which works towards finding a new life. Being reborn. Are you telling me that there's something different for some people?" Nuriko rests her chin in her palm, expression carefully neutral. "Where does a puck go after he dies?"