"Death," he repeated, incredulous. He'd only so recently begun to shake the suspicions that his presence here was due in part to his own death, yet here returned those doubts at a single word.

In the end, Ramza returned her nod with one of his own, and worked to call to mind all those ponderings he was hoping he could let go.

"I... had assumed the same at first," he spoke in kind. "But from what I recall of my final battle, I know not if I was dead ere my arrival..." The demon's death throes were fearsome, certainly; but was it that which sent him here?

"For that matter, I have met many other guests who did not arrive upon their own death. ...Or, at least, not of their knowing."