"So, is this what awaits us after death? No chance to leave this shithole of an earth? Just an eternity spent as a ghost?" The Absol mused as he caught sight of Baozhai. "Or maybe there is some sort of judge out there weighing who gets to stay or go. I wouldn't suppose you have the answer, even if you are a ghost type yourself."
Baozhai was busy watching Yemir roughhouse with Xun, her tall assassin. The rogue, needless to say, had an unamused look on his face. Clearly tired dealing with the Gallade’s nonsense. How fortunate that, for a Cofagrigus, Xun was quite speedy, easily keeping a distance from the yelling Gallade. Whatever thoughts Baozhai was musing over, they were soon interrupted by the Absol.
Her amber eyes slowly shifted towards the biped, making note of the creature’s myriad assortment of scars dotting its body. The intense anger emanating from his face. “My, aren’t you quite the looker.” Baozhai chuckled lightly, though she paused upon the creature’s inquiry. Her eyes narrowed, though behind that helmet, one couldn’t tell if the ghost felt amusement at such a question. Or just outright pity.
“No, I suppose I don’t, even if my relationship with death is oh so peculiar.” The ghost mused. “Either way, why would it matter if we spent eternity as a wraith or passed on to some sort of afterlife that spirits are meant to go? A dimension where we live the rest of our endless existence as some geist, frolicking in eternal paradise or unending torment. How dull and pointless. No change, no unforeseen outcome. Just… A static existence.” Baozhai spat with disgust in her voice.
“Do not be so quick to welcome death. Or you may lament the loss of whatever you held dear in this world, little as it may be… Then again, I suppose one could say I suffered from the opposite problem, back when I was alive…” And with that, the armored clad phantom went silent, eyes eerily more intense than usual.