Calista knew his eyes lingered on her neck and she could only wonder what marks lie there.  The dusky coloring of her fingertips and dark tips of her nails seemed permanent.  There was nothing caked under her nails and no amount of pressure caused her fingertips to flush.  If she'd really been strangled, there was no doubt that her neck was a sight to see.  She let out a breath and laughed at his explanation of her world.  It had been a true horror in the living real, hopefully the afterlife would be better.<br/><br/>The dark-haired girl paid attention to his words, listening as Shayde explained about himself.  Calista nodded in response, taking in what he had to say.  Shayde wasn't like the others.  He seemed to fit flawlessly into the landscape about them and it only made sense that he had been born in the realm.  It was like when you found the perfect puzzle piece.  Shayde just seemed to fit.  He had an almost comforting presence about him and it set Calista at ease.  She thought to ask about the other sectors, but it seemed like a question for another time, after all, she'd only just arrived at this one and had little idea what it was about.<br/><br/>His words brought her up short and she could only stare at him for a moment.  Her eyes drifted to the glass in her hand eventually.  She was empty?  She didn't feel empty, just light.  Sure, she wasn't crying like some of the dead around her and she certainly wasn't angry.  "I can't be the only one to come like this," she said, wondering how many people like her had crossed through.  Really, death was a type of release for her.  She no longer was weighed down by the troubles and fears that had plagued her in life.  Like he'd said, the living world had been worse than hell.  "Is it so bad that I am?"