"That's alright, it doesn't exist anyway."

"If that's true, where do the people who eat chicken go?"

"Nowhere, like everyone else."

"Now you're just being mean."

"I'm telling the truth," he shrugs.

"Eh, I don't see why there can't be an afterlife."

"And I don't see why you can't be secretly a pink elephant."

He imitates an elephant.

"My point."

"It just doesn't seem that unlikely. Some Miracles can turn into animals and stuff that shouldn't be able to have human-level thoughts, so that kind of suggests that souls are a thing."

"That's powers, powers are magic, they don't count."

"They are part of the natural world."

"They started appearing a hundred years ago, you said, and they were probably made by aliens, you also said, so they are probably artificial and so are their effects."

"Who cares? Everyone knows people are reborn when they die! Let's go ride the snake thing."

"They're—whatever. Yes, let's!"

They approach the sea serpent. 

Do they ride the sea serpent?

They do! It doesn't seem to notice them.

Wheeeee! It's so big and so pretty and so cool.

"I think it's sad."

"Why?"

"It's probably all alone on Earth. It doesn't have any friends, or brothers and sisters, or mates, or babies, or anything."

"Well but most animals aren't smart enough to feel things we could call 'sad.'"

"Still not nice."

"It's very big, though. What does it do all day?"