[Carlisle shakes his head, sliding his glasses back onto his face as he continues to watch the sheep. Though nearly hidden in the daylight, their glow is reflected in his lenses, and ever-present reminder of what he truly is that lingers even in his dreams.]

So often, I see what must be the Land Beyond Living. It is barren, colorless. A vast, empty expanse devoid of life. It is a plane where remorse and guilt are one's only company. It is where the twice-cursed go when we die, isn't it?

[He asks that as if he doesn't know, but doesn't seem to be asking Reynir so much as just talking to himself. He shakes his head again. No, what happens to the twice-cursed when they die is far worse than that.]

I imagine your omens must be just as frightening. Not like this place. It's peaceful. Better than I thought it would be, frankly.

[Though everything is an improvement over the terrifying ocean.]