Tsukune chuckles. "Time doesn't really go in straight lines here. I thought it was the afterlife, but I don't think you'd end up in the same place as I did if it was." A flash of regret passes through his eyes, as he looks at the classroom behind him. In the chairs, you can see oddly defined shapes, barely visible, as if formed from translucent smoke. "Based on you, Stein kept me in that damned stone of his." Tsukune sits down opposite you, as he sighs. "I think we're in your mind, my friend. From what I can see, your brain died, and this is your soul's last flickering breaths. That's why you're here. The only reason your soul hasn't dissipated as we were talking is because of the way time works here." Tsukune speaks with a sadness in his voice, and yet there's a resolve in it, as if he were preparing for something.