Tired, yet so aware; you laid on the ground-floor, staring blankly at the night sky.

“What’dya think happens when we die?” You inquired with a quiet mumble, your brow quirked though to no-one in particular.

A little chuckle left Cypher’s throat in response to your question, crouching down next you— “An open-ended question, that I don’t have an answer to.”

“Why do you ask?” One of his own inquiries left his mouth, looking towards you.