"Among others? Then, you were stuck in that long line, too, I take it?" The entrance to Hell was exhausting, and that line was far too long.

Alina is sure there’s something ironic about a so called Saint ending up in Hell. Maybe she should take it as proof that she’s not worthy of being considered a Saint, but she already has plenty of doubt about that. And mostly she’s just confused because she doesn’t remember dying. Isn’t this supposed to be an afterlife, or something?

She fidgets a little, readjusting her dragons. "Do you mind if I ask you something? It...might be a little personal. And strange."