[Serph hopes so, too. Some had died, content in what they had managed to achieve in life, despite the conditions they lived under. Others... others had died, fearful and scared.

There's a long pause, before Serph shakes his head.]

I don't know.

[That's the truth of the matter. He still doesn't know anything. He'd been asked what kind of peaceful land could Nirvana be, if they had to slaughter their way to it. He didn't have an answer back then, he doesn't have an answer now.]

Maybe they never intended to let us in.

[...Maybe Nirvana doesn't exist, but he quickly brushes that thought from his mind. Serph pulls the topic of conversation in a new direction.]

We know little of our world or of ourselves. We never had the desire to find out, before we gained our demons.