"Resting in peace. I suppose it just depends on what you believe happens to us in the end," Rung replied, shrugging some in a thoughtful way because there were a lot of theories and ideals. He didn't want to assume anything when it came to others.

He goes quiet again as the other starts to speak again, optics dimming with sad sort of worry directed at Wing. As much as his last few memories of home haunted him...

They were nothing like that Wing was describing.

"I'm not sure what powers are at work in this place, why we're pulled here when we are...I can't begin to give reasoning to it because I don't know if there is any yet," Rung admitted softly, after a long stretch of silence. "Do you regret getting a second chance here?"