[...An idealized version of life, huh? Quentin grimaces, briefly rubs a hand against his jaw. It'd be... nice, if that were real. If it could be real. He doesn't even know what his own ideal life would look like anymore.]
...Is it like a blanket-statement of what's the ideal, like everyone would be doing the same thing, or still varies, person to person? You would get your books and drink, and I'd get- something else. Just- [Quentin gestures vaguely, blowing out a breath.] Old projects to work on, or whatever. Some movies. Old haunts to pick through.
[He looks down at his hands for a moment. He doesn't want to be this vulnerable, but. Steven probably won't twist the knife, as it's a genuine question. Probably.]
...Would people also have to believe in the same afterlife if you wanted to see them there, or no? Seems like a pretty big... problem, there, for lack of a better word.
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...Is it like a blanket-statement of what's the ideal, like everyone would be doing the same thing, or still varies, person to person? You would get your books and drink, and I'd get- something else. Just- [Quentin gestures vaguely, blowing out a breath.] Old projects to work on, or whatever. Some movies. Old haunts to pick through.
[He looks down at his hands for a moment. He doesn't want to be this vulnerable, but. Steven probably won't twist the knife, as it's a genuine question. Probably.]
...Would people also have to believe in the same afterlife if you wanted to see them there, or no? Seems like a pretty big... problem, there, for lack of a better word.