Valdis can sense a shift. Nobunaga sits on the ground, right in the middle of the buffet line, but, since no one is around, Valdis slowly joins him, more interested in what he has to say about Hell than appearances for the moment. Besides, anyone who has been watching is likely politely looking away to save them their own embarrassment.

It seems complex. Nobunaga's aura is heavy with death and darkness, a soul even she wouldn't want to look at if she could. She understands his idea of the Serena Eterna being like Purgatory. She's not pleased to be here, but it is slightly better than Hell.

"I'm afraid I don't have an answer to that either. But I don't think you are evil, if it's any consolation. Complex maybe, but not evil." She smiles, "Evil people don't feel joy over poetry in quite the same way."