[He looks a little pained at the memory. In the split-second before the bubble gathered him up, there had been nothing. Not nothing as beings can comprehend, but literal nothing, the absence of himself on the fabric of creation. He has no soul, no spirit to speak of, nothing to carry on to any other plane when he's expired. Death is the most terrifying thing to Sola.]
...'swhy I don't ever want to leave...
[If it sent him back, he may return to that state of terrifying nonexistence. He doesn't want it.]
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[He looks a little pained at the memory. In the split-second before the bubble gathered him up, there had been nothing. Not nothing as beings can comprehend, but literal nothing, the absence of himself on the fabric of creation. He has no soul, no spirit to speak of, nothing to carry on to any other plane when he's expired. Death is the most terrifying thing to Sola.]
...'swhy I don't ever want to leave...
[If it sent him back, he may return to that state of terrifying nonexistence. He doesn't want it.]