[ Huh. Maybe it's a bit uncharitable that Regis' first thought is "humans were right about something for once," but it could also be the case that there was an enlightened human or two who saw Hell as it is when all the worlds converged so many centuries ago.

Thoughtful, Regis settles down and leans back. Long fingers drum across his knees, considering. ]

After one dies? Nothing at all. I'd always believed that legends and stories take the place of a tangible afterlife－ that we'd be kept alive by the virtue of historians and orators, not heaven or hell.

[ Bluntly, but without malice. "I never believed in your reality" is not a nice thing to say (he's been on the receiving end of this claim many, many times), but Regis means it as delicately as he can manage. He sympathizes, after all. ]

I've experienced death. Or something close to it, I suppose. There was never a crossing over, or a weighing of my actions to determine which end of the spectrum was more suitable for my soul.

[ A solemn, half-smile. ] It wasn't much of anything, truly. Which is why I didn't give the existence of Hell much thought.