So there's something I've been thinkin' about lately.
[A bored Lancer sat at a table in the Breeding Center, leaning his head on one hand. Atop his head was a content and fluffy bird, which seemed to have decided that was the best place to take a nap.]
Now, I get it's pretty much accepted fact that people go back home when they up and vanish outta this place. I ain't quite so interested in hearing what people have waiting for them--though if anybody's up for talking, I got plenty of time to listen.
[He shrugged, the yellow Swablu ruffling her feathers at the motion.]
What I really want to know is what people like me think about this place--those of us that got their shit kicked in and died before wakin' up here one morning. Lemme hear what people that ain't got anywhere to return to think of things here.
Personally...as far as an afterlife goes, I think we could do a hell of a lot worse.