[ Actually, possibly the weirdness of it all is kind of telling? Even "actual" Heaven doesn't really operate like this, for all its strange power and unwritten rules. Once again, the similarity to heartgames asserts itself—in the way everything in this place seems to operate on symbolism and metaphor.


—Regardless, it only takes a few steps down the stairs before it hits him again: that too-heavy emptiness. If anything, it is more oppressive than before.

This time the swords are missing from the rack on the wall. One seems to have fallen a ways down the stairs, blade snapped in half, leaving a jagged edge and a spray of gold across the wall nearby. ]