She's fighting, she's living, her blood is pounding and the scenery's on fire and she inhales, breathes-
And then there is nothing.
She's fighting, she's living, her blood is pounding and the scenery's on fire and she inhales, breathes-
And then there is nothing.
"The court is now in session, on the matter of in re Hallana Ysmir. Advocates have been briefed on the decedent's life and actions. "
The judge 'turns,' as much as such an action could be said to exist here.
"Do you know where you are?"
"You are in the Boneyard, in the courts of Pharasma, at a trial to decide your afterlife placement. Does it sound to you like I am speaking in a language you understand, using words you are familiar with, at a speed you can follow?"
"Do you understand that you had, while alive, the capacity to take actions, and that those actions had effects on the world and on other people?"
"...Yes?"
"Then the court is in session."
"Do we have jurisdiction, or any claim on it? The petitioner isn't from Pharasma's creation, and her soul is directly owned by several parties."
“That is the reason we were given jurisdiction, actually. The assorted soul-owning parties agreed on this as a compromise situation.”