"That was the simplified version," she replied, "But yes, you do not seem to live the same way most here do."

Devin was technically dead, but he was also alive in a strange way. He could die, so she suspected that Rutile also had a sort of 'death', even if not the same way mortals did. Valdis let them think, trying to figure out a way to explain the Angel of Death to them.

"Despite my general inability to dream, I have found that the Plane itself isn't consistent, which is in line with what I have heard of dreams."

She picked up her book, but didn't open it again, opting to turn her vision on Rutile. The strange gem did have a soul, it glowed brightly, evenly, which meant that there was more to the life they possessed. Not that it came as a surprise.

"But you asked about the Agent of Death," she continued, "On my world, he is known as Abaddon. His task is to escort the souls of those who have passed into Heaven, or into Hell. The Soul is what gives life. It...is an energy, but also an identity. It is the true essence of a person and seems to be the catalyst for dreaming."