At the sight of the boys smile, the young man jerked at the sight, taken aback by how kind he seemed at the moment. He then quickly looked away defiantly, his cheeks turning slightly red from the sight. "I'm Sam," he answered finally. "Sam Vagara, an angel of virtuous status. In heaven, I'm equivalent to a brigadier general."<br/><br/>The older man actually proceeded to rise to his feet with a little hop, walking over with a smirk on his face. "And the name's Vince, Vince Simmons. Same as Sammy here, except a vice instead of a virtue." "Don't call me Sammy," Sam grumbled.Â<br/><br/>"Anyway, where to begin," Sam started, thinking aloud as he thought of how he should explain the whole ordeal to him. Like he had said before, metaphysics was tricky. "Well, for starters, it's pretty evident that heaven and hell exist, but they are actually pretty similar in the fact that they both shelter dead souls. They just shelter based on two very different ways of living."<br/><br/>"One being the fun side and the other uptight," Vice added, though Sam chose to ignore him entirely at this point.Â<br/><br/>"Both sides still struggle in a sense of 'power,'" he continued. "Whichever has a stronger side therefor has striver influence in the world of the living. Which is why when the greater deities, here known as God and Satan, notice certain souls with great potential they tend to want to put a reservation on them. Which brings us to why we're here."<br/><br/>"Basically we're here to win you over to our sides," Vince chimed in, this time actually speaking truthfully without bias. "And who better than a Vice and a Virtue to convince you. And until you do, we're basically gonna crash with you until you can decide."<br/><br/>"That pretty much is pretty much the extent of it," Sam admitted.Â