"Heaven," Robin explains evenly, leaning forward now over his lap and resting his elbows on his knees as he favors Nuriko with a vague look, though one that is friendly and avuncular.

"When a puck dies, a puck goes to heaven. As it goes for all creatures like myself in the greater sense, where I've come from. We call ourselves 'paien.' And all paien kind go to their own sort of Heaven. Some have multiples. Of course, Heaven for a puck ... is not the same thing as it would be for a Wolf, or for a human being, or for Auphe. In any case, we go somewhere where nothing ever changes."