[Sasuke gives a low hum of thought, eyes studying the portraits on the wall of the elevator as he considers the words. Intimacy — for it to be some sort of fuel for an economy in other places is worthy of consideration, although he struggles to understand the motive. Is something like that really so valuable?]
No, it isn't. [Yet he has not spoken of the Netherworld with anyone except Ichigo, so now he picks his words carefully.] This dimension is mild by comparison, at least in terms of survivability. That place... it called itself the afterlife, and it claimed that we had died. We were in a constant battle against — ourselves, as well as other beasts and forces of nature. Disease. It was a purgatory more than anything, I suppose.
[Mismatched eyes turn back onto Sizhui.]
But now that I'm here, it's clear to me that it was some kind of deception, unless I have been returned back to life without my knowing. [A shrug of one shoulder.] Have you encountered anyone here that you met somewhere else?
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No, it isn't. [Yet he has not spoken of the Netherworld with anyone except Ichigo, so now he picks his words carefully.] This dimension is mild by comparison, at least in terms of survivability. That place... it called itself the afterlife, and it claimed that we had died. We were in a constant battle against — ourselves, as well as other beasts and forces of nature. Disease. It was a purgatory more than anything, I suppose.
[Mismatched eyes turn back onto Sizhui.]
But now that I'm here, it's clear to me that it was some kind of deception, unless I have been returned back to life without my knowing. [A shrug of one shoulder.] Have you encountered anyone here that you met somewhere else?