"Does anything about this place make sense?" Kenshin countered, smiling. "It's already been proven that the bonds of death and time have no meaning here. That man over there, Okita Souji, died over ten years ago (in this one's time) but...there he is, perfectly healthy and seemingly from a time several years before his death. Homura claims to be some sort of god, and we've all been transported to this odd futuristic prison."

The rurouni shrugged, thoughtfully inspecting a bit of sausage that a nurse had demanded he take ("You need to have some protein!"). The people who ran this place must have been very wealthy indeed, to be able to serve this much beef.

"That is your choice," he said softly. "But please know that this one has forbidden himself all unnecessary death."