Of course. It must be especially true for you, as a practitioner.

[It's mid-day, after all: maybe people are starting to leave the office. Kamui only spares the nearest window a short glance before he turns back to Emily, taking another drink of his tea.]

To be frank, I'm sure we're being deceived by this place somehow. There are too many loopholes in this world for it to make much sense as a true "hell". And I'm certain I'd remember it if I were dead.

[Quite certain.]

I'd rather help my fellow captives, is all.