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[fingerbanged]

[There's an internal sigh of relief when she reassures him, glad to know that he hasn't made himself off to be TOO much of a destructive loose cannon (although he could really be less of one, too). Sure, he was reckless and kind of dumb, but he didn't want people to fear him over it. Better for them to be intimidated by his ability to kick their ass and sheer toughness instead.

But man, this girl was really fixated on the details about this, wasn't she? Granted, he wasn't at home, nor was he working for the Spirit World anymore, so he couldn't get in trouble for telling her these things... but it felt so weird trying to explain this stuff to someone who may not have dealt with this sort of thing before.]

Well... in my world, anyway, there's a place called the Spirit World that have all these ogres who do all this paperwork crap for the dead people coming through. They usually seem to have it pretty organized, from what I hear, but once every so often there's dumbasses like me who screw up the order of things and they don't have a place to put you in the actual afterlife so they have to boot you back.

But I guess that all depends on what you believe in, anyway. I dunno if it works the same for folks in other religions or not.

[lethechained]

[He's one for two on that, really, because she doesn't look particularly intimidated of him, oddly enough. If anything, she's notably unbothered by the prospect of him being able to mow down large swathes of the forest at once. (That's a little ironic, considering that she'd probably be more concerned about his presence if he didn't come across as being reckless thanks to that earlier incident. It's not the scrappy ones that worry her, it's the careful ones; he doesn't strike her as the type to have ulterior motives, and that goes a long way to making her about as comfortable with his presence as she could be about most strangers'.)]

[She listens intently to his answer with an increasingly bemused expression, her brows slowly drawing together. For a few seconds after he's finished speaking, she regards him with that peculiar look on her face, as if waiting for him to say something else. There's something almost strained about it, the longer it goes on, something that hints at how deep her curiosity actually runs.]

[The truth is, she's... scared. She was always scared of what the afterlife would hold for someone like her. It wasn't something she ever wanted to think too hard about, because she'd always expected not to have an afterlife. To be ripped away from her world just as she was about to find out for certain, however, just as she was faced with the end of her own existence that could have been the beginning of a new one or the loss of what little she had, was an excruciatingly gutting sort of experience, one that she's still very much trying to process. It hasn't quite hit her yet, the thorough disorientation of all her plans coming to naught at the last moment, but it's where her desire to know about what waits on the other side of death comes from.]

[It's not so hard to understand, then, that she looks almost-- disappointed by his answer.]

[And then, all at once, she laughs.]

[Sudden as if it were startled out of her, the first laugh escapes almost like a hiccup, and she flattens a hand over her mouth with a sharp smack, palm moving too fast when it comes in contact with her face. Her eyes are wide and surprised as she draws it back slightly, looking for all the world like she means to apologize - and then there's another laugh, and another-- it's not quite a fit but it's a helpless sort of sound, almost like she doesn't know quite how to stop. It doesn't last long, though, and once she's quite sure she's not going to laugh again, she lowers her hand and cradles her other with it, expression quickly shifting into something contrite.]

I'm-- I'm sorry, it's just--

[Her embarrassment is obvious, her head ducking; goodness, what was she thinking? She doesn't have any business laughing at this poor fellow, they hardly know each other! Even if it was at the concept, not actually at him.]

That sounds ridiculous.

[And... ultimately unhelpful, considering that she sincerely doubts that's how it would actually work in her world, much less for a Nobody, but it's-- strangely relieving, hearing that. Something about the set of her shoulders is more relaxed, now.]

[(She really needed that laugh.)]

Not that I don't believe you, but-- that's not how I pictured it at all...!

[fingerbanged]

[To be absolutely fair, it wasn't what Yusuke had envisioned when he first died, either. Oh sure, there was the Sanzu river and the gate of judgement and the ogres that he learned through his Buddhist upbringing, but... well. The cute, perky grim reapers were new, as well as the affairs of things being handled by a nearly seven hundred year old toddler... plus, y'know... all the paperwork too. He knew it sounded ridiculous, and it was why he was hesitant to talk about it, but... she didn't need to make that face.

And then she started laughing. And laughing. The more she went on, the more Yusuke's face went from confused to outright concerned. Was she okay? He holds out a hand, tentatively, not sure whether to shake her out of it or pinch her or what. It dies down, however, sparing him from making that choice, but it doesn't make him any less worried about this girl. Seriously, what WAS that? It seemed like a release of something she was keeping in for a very long time. If her body posture was any indication, it was something that she had sorely needed to do.

Without really thinking about it, he reaches over and pats her on the head. He didn't know what her deal was, but something told him she really needed it.]

Yeah, well, I'm glad I didn't mention that it's all overseen by an ancient toddler with a pacifier addiction, then. I'd hate to see how you'd react to that.

Why're you so interested in the afterlife, anyway? You don't look like you'd kick the bucket any time soon.

[lethechained]

[During her laughter, she's entirely too preoccupied to focus much on the hand that he raises - which is why it's all the more a surprise to her when he pats her head. She gives a little start, sucking in an, 'oh--,' all wide, uncertain blue eyes. It's almost a flinch - dangerously close to one.]

[But once she's had a moment to process it, it's... actually comforting, on some level that she can't quite fathom. A kindly gesture, she suspects - far more so than the last time someone put their hand there. Her shoulders sink again, momentary tension ebbing away. He even still runs the risk of making her laugh again with that first bit, her breath catching on it and the corners of her mouth jerking upward.]

[Then they go straight back down again at the question. It isn't a frown, exactly, but it's the sort of look that tells plainly that, despite his assessment, he's hit the nail on the head.]

[She doesn't look like she's on her way out, that much is true. Young, devoid of any visible or significant injuries, healthy flush to her cheeks - she certainly doesn't show any signs of being sick, even if she is on the (almost too) skinny side. The way she shifts, though, notably reluctant to answer, may already say it all, long before she says,]

... Looks can be deceiving.

[Lips pressing together, she briefly studies one of the trees that remains upright with far too much intensity of focus before turning to regard him sidelong, hesitating for a period that could easily be credited to her making an attempt to decide how much, exactly, she should explain, and with what words. Finally, turning back to him properly, she admits - almost as though it were something she ought to be ashamed of,]

I... might have been about to find out for myself what it's like. Before I-- wound up here, I mean.