"Most of them were, at some point," Akina said with the same smile, then she licked her lips. "In some existence or another, we lived lives. Sure, not all of us were in the same reality, but lived we did. Then, somehow, we get called out of our deaths, and we help out the new generations of different worlds. It's complicated, but, hey, I'm just happy to be moving around again. Being dead makes one so stiff."<br/><br/>After she was done speaking, Akina let out a little sigh, then licked her lips as her eyes narrowed and her smile turned more mischevous. The hand that held her bladed staff moved to lean it up against the wall, then she used that same hand to switch the fist her chin rested on.<br/><br/>"So, tell me something," Akina said as she looked deep into Rosen's eyes. "Are you leaving anyone behind to be here? Certainly you have some sort of person you care for."