Nalia smiled and drank her ale after the toast. But when she heard Nadia speak about coming to the Convergence on purpose, she lost her grip on her glass and it fell to the floor with a crash. Her eyes were wide with surprise. “You mean to tell me you had the ability to travel to any world from your own, and you<i>chose</i>to come to a place that you can’t<i>leave</i>??” Most people that arrived at the Convergence never intended to come here. Almost everybody who woke here died,  few traveled here on accident. The the less than a fraction of those who somehow managed to not only hear of the place, but intentionally seek it out, were foolish. For an afterlife, it’s pretty solid, but to choose to come here, a place where time no longer exists, birth, death, progression, regression, aging, just cease, it’s essentially the equivalent of death even if one’s body had not died beforehand.<br/><br/>Nadia then glanced over at Freddie momentarily, before bringing her attention back to Nadia, “I mean....one person did leave, but that was a...special case. He...was never meant to exist as he was when he arrived here. Somebody or something, somewhere, somehow, messed with that guy’s history, his memories, and ultimately his death. So, arriving here when he died, a place more or less functioning off of death and memories, his essence as he thought he knew it began to fade. It really messed with his head. My theory is he was sent back to the point where his timeline veered to relive his life the way it was meant to go. In all its chaos, the universes have their ways of correcting what’s been altered.” She just gave the girl a sad look. She knew, based on the way she spoke about her world, that it was likely a terrible life to live, but if she could move herself to a different dimension at will, there could have been a better choice than here...