"Yeah, well there was a lot of things I didn't get to learn, even after becoming a slave to karma. Thankfully, that world will probably just destroy itself in due time, without anyone knowing about the Nexus." It's a fortunate thing that no wild demons made it out, but hearing of Alastor's world make her wonder if a new demon army will try to invade.
"So it's pretty much like the lore and stories describe it to be: a place where sinners reside for the rest of their lives. Eighty five years would put you from around the 1920's or 1930's, correct? It's been a long time since I've met someone from that time-frame." She rests one hand under her chin, not drinking from her glass just yet. That is, until, she hears what Alastor does for a profession. Her demeanor changes from being open and optimistic to depression. Something about his words must have triggered a memory in the back of her brain, as apparent by her subtle next comment.
"A radio show host? Huh...That's ironic." She says this almost wistfully, while taking a sip of wine.
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"So it's pretty much like the lore and stories describe it to be: a place where sinners reside for the rest of their lives. Eighty five years would put you from around the 1920's or 1930's, correct? It's been a long time since I've met someone from that time-frame." She rests one hand under her chin, not drinking from her glass just yet. That is, until, she hears what Alastor does for a profession. Her demeanor changes from being open and optimistic to depression. Something about his words must have triggered a memory in the back of her brain, as apparent by her subtle next comment.
"A radio show host? Huh...That's ironic." She says this almost wistfully, while taking a sip of wine.