"Our village," Atlas answered. He had already expected that Misella was going to recognise this place as she lived here for a long time. If he could recognise this place, it was only going to be easier for her.
"It looks just like it looked on the day when we..."
"When we ran away?" Atlas asked, completing the sentence. "It does. Not many things have changed here."
"How long has it been since I died?" Misella inquired.
"A few months... So not long."
"Is he still alive?"
"He is. I saw him not long ago," Atlas answered. "He is still drunk. He doesn't even know where he is. That man is still as pathetic as he was in the past. You want to meet him?"
"I better not. I don't even want to see his face now."
"You know, if you hate him, you can get your revenge now that you're capable of? He's the reason we all ended up in this problem in the first place. Who will pay if not him? If you want to kill him, you can go ahead."