Oh? You know some? Like several little apocalyptic survivors? You know, you'd think they'd be rarer, but it's turning into a real game of bingo lately.[ that gets a curious look — solidarity in strange places, perhaps? he doubts its any of his wayward siblings, even if hope warms in his chest like a treacherous little thing. it's why he still risks asking, it's why he can't help himself. he never could. ] These other people — none of them are angry thirteen-going on-fifty-seven year olds, are they?

[ asking about five made the most sense - he was the one that stuck out like a sore thumb. but so, not the afterlife? got it. the guy speaks with a sort of gravitas of knowing that makes klaus entirely less inclined to question it. realm's too complex? might be, who is he to know? although there's something near biblical in the choice of words. ] Mmm, figured, really. Well, [ arms outspread into an animated shrug. ] Different realm it is! Eternal peace is a little overrated anyway, don't you think?