Minoru’s jaw dropped. Having worked in one hospital or another for the past five years or so, he knew fully well that such an injury really wasn’t conducive to life. That was obvious.

But Molly was also here, on his feet, walking and talking like he’d simply had a bad day. These were also facts. And maybe Isamu could make sense of the two conflicting sets of observable evidence, but Isamu was down at the IRIS. He wasn’t here.

“Okay... Yeah... but this isn’t the afterlife.” He stuttered. “Nobody else is dead... I don’t think? Like, my brother and I packed up a moving van and literally drove here. And we can go back whenever we want. We’ve done it... a few times...”