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"That is the exact problem with your people," Moonlight muttered quietly to himself, "And this isn't the afterlife, we're not DEAD. Well, we are-were; our bodies are dead." The explanation left much to be desired, even for Moonlight. "It's hard to explain..." He briefly debated using magic to draw some sort of diagram in the rock, but it really didn't matter if they could get out of here. "You of all people should understand, Dion. Isn't it like, your whole religion?! An enlightened mind frees the spirit and the body matters not." He may have been paraphrasing, but he was certain that was the gist of what Anubis had taught him.

"More likely your thousand souls are in Hel, awaiting judgment or enjoying their afterlife. You might even be there, have been there? Have been going to be there? Have been going to have been there...?" By the Gods why was common so difficult to make concise. "Regardless you had unfinished business and you won't let sleeping wargs lie. Whatever that business was, that's why you're here..." He continued slowly, but his words were much quieter, barely a whisper, "A sense of duty? Not wanting to leave your aunt alone... Or something so horrible one chooses to forget it..." Finishing the thought, Moonlight found his eyes trained on Peter.

Averting his gaze, he quickly pointed to the bluish glow emanating from a crack in the mountain. "Exit is right there... If you can get to it." Taking a moment, Moonlight assessed Dion a little more closely. Most people get stuck in Genesis, it was damn near miraculous Moonlight had managed to follow Hazel and Peter out, but Dion wandered over here like it was nothing. Leave it to the Aschen to create a fanatic so obsessed that they refuse to stay dead.