Rosinante nods. "Right. I wasn't sure about that at first, since how would I know, only being familiar with one world. One planet. But none of the people who came here ever said anything like this is how death worked for them in their worlds. But then again, wouldn't that be true of magic? Why would magic be real on some planets and not others?"

A question that still plagues him. It feels like there must be some sort of magic at work in this world sometimes, even if it's at a very minimal level. Meanwhile, the magic brought by other people from their homes sure works here, and works well. But he had always learned that there was no such thing, back where he came from.