[Ken doesn't look convinced. He doesn't have Hakkai's experience with this place, but thus far heaven doesn't seem too much different from what, in abstract, he finds familiar from being alive. He doesn't remember his own life, certainly, but the concepts are all familiar. Society. Danger. Anger. Stress. Pain. People being assholes. What little Ken had ever bothered to retain of the concept of heaven had indicated to him that heaven was supposed to be a perfect place where all the bad things of life didn't exist, but the reality of heaven doesn't seem too much different from the general experience of being alive. That doesn't bother him; if anything, the familiarity is reassuring, and far more believable than he'd ever found the unrealistically pretty promises of perfect. But, while he may not remember any specifics of his life, he has a rock solid feeling that if death is anything like life, then things being all right is just ads much of an unrealistic lie as heaven being perfect. It's just worded differently.
Not that he could put his reasoning into words, and he certainly doesn't think it out in such complexity. But the feeling translates into an open look of dubiousness.]
...who's your god, byon? [The question abruptly occurs to him, now that the current subject seems to be exhausted.]
no subject
Not that he could put his reasoning into words, and he certainly doesn't think it out in such complexity. But the feeling translates into an open look of dubiousness.]
...who's your god, byon? [The question abruptly occurs to him, now that the current subject seems to be exhausted.]