[ Smiling at the plant, Claire returns it to the windowsill and once more sits. The answer Michale gives does indeed give her pause as she looks at him. A few things roll through her mind, the first being that he doesn't particularly strike her as religious. She assumed to be in heaven, one must have some sort of affection for the concept. Only the fact that Michael is normally serious keeps her from scoffing outright. But she is dubious and wondering if he's trying to make a joke of some sort. ]
Heaven?
[ And then, as if she's letting the word settle, she says it again, but this time, it isn't a question. ]
Heaven. Michael—
[ Did she say 'Jesus fucking Christ' at one point in front of him? Hell. ]
I've met a very pleasant vampire and a witch. Why not someone from heaven?
[ She doesn't not believe him, but she can only process so much at a time. ]
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Heaven?
[ And then, as if she's letting the word settle, she says it again, but this time, it isn't a question. ]
Heaven. Michael—
[ Did she say 'Jesus fucking Christ' at one point in front of him? Hell. ]
I've met a very pleasant vampire and a witch. Why not someone from heaven?
[ She doesn't not believe him, but she can only process so much at a time. ]