"That's really interesting, I am--less surprised about how the world works and more surprised that your world doesn't work like that."

It's kind of why she suspects she might be in some kind of simulation or something, but there is no good reason to mention that to Sam right now, so.

"Yeah. Coordinates are similarly weird. There is a fundamental measurement of location available in the background, and changing it changes my actual location." She shrugs. "So. It's all neat and orderly. And kind of cute? If a world can be cute."

"The coordinates are based around world spawn, I think--I'm not from a different server like a lot of people are, so I don't know exactly how it works, but I know each server has its own 0 X and 0 Y, and if you die without a bed you always end up fairly close to it."

"Huh. That's interesting. I'll want to go exploring other worlds at some point to figure out how... that works. Probably. Once I get through my ever lengthening to-do list. Which I expect to happen 'never.'"

Giggle. "Yeah, that's the good thing about ever lengthening to-do lists, it's hard to run out of things to do."

"Kind of, yeah! I like keeping busy. Except when I need to go hide. Which clearly happens."

“Yeah, I mean, that’s alright though. It’s good to take some time off. I realize I am a hypocrite there.”

"A bit. Though it's easy to fix."

“Mm. I don’t know if I’d say that. Maybe now that you’re here.”

"I'm happy to help any way that I can!" Pause. "Except murder. I will not help with murder except under truly extenuating circumstances."

“I wouldn’t ask you to kill anyone.”

"I appreciate that! But I like to be up front about my boundaries. Also I was kind of joking anyway, because I knew you wouldn't."

“That’s smart of you. You don’t know me that well yet, though, I could totally be planning to use you for murder.”

"It's also just logic! I think asking a stranger to assist with murder is kind of not a thing that happens often, even here? And considering I literally broke into the afterlife and brought all of the dead back to life on a whim I sort of... give off extremely against murder vibes that anyone with a functioning brain could probably pick up on? I just seem like a really bad candidate to talk into murder, absurd omnipotence or no. It's more plausible that someone would try to convince me not to bring a murder victim back and then arrange the murder through other methods." Pause. "Also? This is a weird topic."

“Fair enough. Do you have another topic you’d prefer?”

"Not really? I wasn't even bothered by that one, it just seemed like a strange topic to get into the details of. I guess not when I'm absurdly powerful, it'll probably make other people feel more at ease if I'm incredibly up front about my stance on murder."

Shrug. “Fair enough. I should probably be upfront, I’m considering killing Dream now that he’s not the only one capable of resurrection. Would you bring him back to life if I did that?”

"Mmm. Yes, because the afterlife is a torturous time-dilated hellhole and approximately the equivalent of throwing someone in solitary confinement, but worse. If he's that much of a danger to the people around him, I'd much rather directly take responsibility for him and put him in a cozy prison at the bottom of the ocean or something. Or try to figure out how to make him properly not exist at all, if he were very dangerous or would prefer that to being kept in a gilded cage like some kind of pet. But death is an imperfect solution and I think there are better options than it."

"I mean, he's already in solitary confinement. If you're willing to take responsibility for him I'd be interested in that. I would want to check the prison, though. You have more ability than I do to make a prison inescapable but you're also less familiar with how things work and what he might try."

"That's fair! And yeah, I'm willing to take responsibility. Though I guess I should talk to him first, he might decide he prefers you as a jailer than me."

"Sure. Just let me know when you want to do that."

"Hmm. It can be now, I'm feeling less overdramatic and grumpy."

"Alright. Can you teleport us back near it? I don't remember where you have coordinates for but most places will be closer to the prison than we are here."

"Sure, I don't have the exact coordinates but I think I can ballpark us pretty close."

And: she can! She goes first to get them right, and then Sam is brought after and they're both in front of the great big obsidian box that is the prison.

"Ta-da!"

"Alright. I'm going to go in first. In a minute or so, you can head into that building" --gesture at a smaller blackstone building in front of the prison which looks at first to be a part of it but on closer inspection isn't attached-- "and press the button to get my attention. I'll give you instructions on what to do from there."