[He hears that incredulity about where he wants to go, and he supposes it makes sense. From a human perspective, they still have the chance to be judged in either direction, Heaven or Hell. Or maybe Regis is one of those ones that doesn't even believe Hell exists, he's read somewhere that people like that exist.

Wild.

Imagine not believing in the Seven Rings?]

Yeah, well, I was born in Hell, and today's the first time I've ever left. I don't do the living world, this was supposed to be a one time tourist trip with a friend.

[It's a half distracted answer as he finally absorbs where he is. This-- this place is a shithole. Even his crummy apartment in Greed, back before he won the first pageant and met Oz, had been better than this. Why are there sarcophaguses in here? What-- wait, didn't Regis say this was a cemetery? Who the fuck lives in a cemetery?

Intrigued, Fizz suddenly becomes a whirl of motion, like a very energetic and flexible slinky. Using three of his extendable limbs to help (not the right arm in case he has damaged the port), he moves like some sort of whirring blur of tinkling bells around both floors of this place Regis calls home. He flips up onto shelves, he hangs from things by his tail and backflips down, he's up and down on both levels as quick as thought.

Finally he stops by the bookshelves up on the alcove.]

Do all people in Toussaint live with corpses? Or are you just special?