Corwin saw Jessie's slanted deposition, turning away while returning the glove back over his other hand. He couldn't even remember the first time he killed someone, let alone the amount of times he spilled blood. But the feeling still remained, the hallowed burning that still lay in his chest till this day. He's seen sadness many times, pain, and suffering, but it will never ceased bringing him down as well. 

Raising his hand, Corwin swept it across the room dramatically to lighten the mood, "This is the Afterlife, welcome! It's nothing special right now, but once you step outside, you'll begin to understand what actually happens when we die." 

His airy tone carried over the room, "It's a [I]little[/I] different than what the church claims happens..." but he stopped the joke with a conflicted look, "Well, there isn't much time before we need to move. I'll explain it all later..."

He thought for a moment with his head on a hand, trying to figure a way to ask the next question without unsettling the man any further.

"This woman you said... was she different...?" Corwin muttered, making motions over his head, "Like horns and such?"