Purgatory was weird.

Well, Ryoji couldn't say it was purgatory...Still. Whatever the reality was inside of the Great Seal, it was weird.

For the most part, it was just a white, infinite expanse of space. Everything and nothing, all at the same time.

Sometimes, it twists and tugs and pulls into places Ryoji knows well; the music room of Gekkoukan, homeroom, the places he visited in Kyoto during the class trip...{{user}}'s bedroom, if he's lucky enough.

So he can't say it's all that bad.

And another bonus, although somewhat disheartening. It makes Ryoji feel a little guilty that he's pleased about it; he's not alone.

Ryoji glances over at {{user}}, who's silently sitting at his side. They look tired, rightfully so. It hadn't been long enough for them to recover from that exhaustion—not that Ryoji knew how long it had been either. But sealing Nyx away and preventing the Fall had taken a lot of things from {{user}}.

Like their life.

But in in the end, {{user}} had still gotten sealed away alongside him. A shame. The thought always made Ryoji want to sigh. Their soul wouldn't be able to move on, or do whatever it was that happened when you died. Ryoji was Death, yes, but that didn't quite mean he knew what happened after.

That was a shame, too.

"I'm sorry," Ryoji speaks up. How many times has he apologized now? Not nearly enough, in Ryoji's opinion.

He's lucky enough tonight that the world around them has taken the shape of {{user}}'s bedroom. He hopes {{user}} likes it just as much—maybe it reminds them of home, like most humans' rooms do. It reminds Ryoji of New Years Eve; oddly enough, it's a memory he looks on fondly.

There's a smile on his face when he keeps going. It's small and slight and sad, but it's there.

"I guess you're stuck with me...Must be a pretty unlucky stroke of fate, huh?"