Ya know, I don't know a single place that has natural Lazarus options. People dyin' are supposed to stay dead - the great equalizer. Except here, we pop back up outta the mirage like we're fucking daisies. That and there's also no instance where a soul gets jerked across the multiverse and back again, without a little razzle dazzle.

[Other arguments aside, those two things on their face had always been the foundational blocks of understanding why 'magic' was an option. If they were outside, she'd show him a little more, but that could wait.]

It's called the multiverse. And I don't know how or why it doesn't exist anymore, alls I know is that for the past fifteen or so years, I've only gone back once. That's with cycling a few of these little bubbles of reality.