Ah. Well, that's a little complicated, and it requires a certain amount of . . . faith . . .
[He winced when he said the word, well aware it was ironic in the extreme. But it was also the truth. Peter would have to believe in Steve's assessment of the situation, with no real evidence to show for his theory. That was sort of the definition of faith. He sighed and hugged Peter a little closer to his side, unhappy with everything.]
First, I don't think any of us are actually dead. The odds of all us ending up in the same place after death seems unlikely, since we clearly didn't all come from the same place to start with. Second, I don't think this is Hell. At all. The only Hell I know of is full of pain and torment, and this is just a really tacky hotel, not a hotbed of torture and punishment. I think it's another reality. I think whatever we think happened before we woke up here was just a way our brains came up with to cope with the trauma of being pulled across realities to be dropped here. We didn't die, it was just the way our memories filled in the hole of what really happened.
[He kept his eyes on the halls, making sure they were headed the right direction, and that no one tried to interfere with his escorting Peter. Anyone that wanted to get at the boy would have to go through him first.]
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[He winced when he said the word, well aware it was ironic in the extreme. But it was also the truth. Peter would have to believe in Steve's assessment of the situation, with no real evidence to show for his theory. That was sort of the definition of faith. He sighed and hugged Peter a little closer to his side, unhappy with everything.]
First, I don't think any of us are actually dead. The odds of all us ending up in the same place after death seems unlikely, since we clearly didn't all come from the same place to start with. Second, I don't think this is Hell. At all. The only Hell I know of is full of pain and torment, and this is just a really tacky hotel, not a hotbed of torture and punishment. I think it's another reality. I think whatever we think happened before we woke up here was just a way our brains came up with to cope with the trauma of being pulled across realities to be dropped here. We didn't die, it was just the way our memories filled in the hole of what really happened.
[He kept his eyes on the halls, making sure they were headed the right direction, and that no one tried to interfere with his escorting Peter. Anyone that wanted to get at the boy would have to go through him first.]