Hell??

[ Daniel repeats stupidly, his eyes widening a bit. He hadn't considered that this world could be some kind of fucked up middle-space to keep dead souls until they got sorted into heaven and hell or whatever the communal belief was about purgatory's management. But now that he's thinking about it, she does have a point.

He whips his head around, but sees exactly the same things he did before, and then he throws up fingers to his throat. He could still feel Armand's pulse, but only after feeding and only ever so faint it was almost not there.. If he could feel his own, he couldn't be dead.

Thump, thump.

Thank fuck for that. It's pretty easy to imagine him taking a confusing cocktail of whatever he could get his hands on and slipping away into the ether on a park bench, but he's sure Armand wouldn't let that happen. He's relieved to find out that's the case, or it at least seems that way. ]

I... I mean it looks like Earth. I've never been here specifically, but I've been somewhere that looks like it, generally, y'know? I can't be dead.