That made sense. Kyouya knew well the practicality in delegation. He wondered now how organized was this system in Heaven, and what exactly their roles were in the world. Powerful gods in flesh and blood (apparently, anyway), existing alongside 'mortals' like himself?

Kyouya felt glad that such things were only fiction where he came from, but only momentarily. This still wasn't Japan, and he wasn't having lunch in the Ootori mansion or Ouran Academy.

"So, the people from your world also arrived here from different times?" he noted. Kyouya sat back, clear frustration edging into his next words. "I guess it is common in this place after all, but it still doesn't make any sense to me."

He sighed. Calm. React, adapt. His father could be proud of his coping mechanisms so far. "One last question, if you'll indulge me. These other people... none of them are the one who supposedly killed you, are they?"