[people brush past them, their minute interaction creating a bubble of space to be avoided automatically. Hannibal always has three trains of thought at once, and he's currently riding one in particular. subtle amusement in how he looks at him, eyes narrowing.]

It would.

[the mentions of heaven and hell could make him laugh. could. he clicks his tongue, momentarily breaking eye contact to look up at their faux-sky. he can appreciate the detail, however artificial. some may argue that no matter how artificial Etraya is, it still feels real enough. and if reality is based off of perception, then it's very real indeed.

still lingering on the curve of the open sky, he answers.]

Akin to limbo. An oblivion using us as a last resort. [his gaze lowers, scrutinizing.] There is no devil here, Will. Only man and the creature that keeps us here.