[What is religion? The question dances at the tip of his tongue, but it is held back by the sudden, abrupt realisation that he's not sure what heaven or hell are either. Just a vague idea of heaven being somewhere... up and the Junkyard was hell, and so was the world that contained it. But Heat was always using that word, too.

His brows draw together into a frown at his thoughts, before he shakes his head and answers the question.]

This isn't the first time I'm told to go to Nirvana. In the world I lived, to strive for Nirvana was law.

[A land of peace, one without fighting. And to get there, they would need to be at the top of a mountain of corpses...]

It was all we knew. We would die and be reborn until we met the requirements to ascend.