Another short update because I wanted to get one more out since I hadn't update in such a long time. Enjoy!
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007. Heaven
"Maka. Do you believe that we're all going to Heaven when we die?" Soul looked up at her from across the coffee table. Maka was reading a book, as usual. She marked the spot where she left off, and looked up at Soul.
"Of course not. Our bodies will decompose and fuse with the matter around us, creating compost for the next living thing." She stated matter-of-factly.
That wasn't exactly the answer Soul was looking for. He knew that Maka was such a practical person, but really? She couldn't come up with something more creative? "You don't even believe in Heaven just a little bit?" Soul looked at her.
"No. Why would I believe in something like that? I mean, it's just a made-up story that our ancestors created just to make us feel better about death. They didn't want us to think of death as something negative, which is exactly what it is. It's the end of our lives, and there's nothing we can do to stop it from coming." She closed her book and sighed. Soul refused to believe that answer, so he asked her another question.
"OK, so let's just say that I were to die right now. Everyone would mourn over my death, and be in total shock over the whole thing. But, overall, people want to believe that their spirits will live on and hopefully go to a better place, right?" He tried to convince Maka to side with him.
"I just don't see the logic behind your reasoning. After the person is gone, there's no need to think about the person anymore. Perhaps a lingering thought will pop into their heads, but they won't wish for someone to go to a better place when they just died. It doesn't make sense." Maka was still firm in her belief. It almost killed Soul not to go over there and strangle some sense into her.
"So you've never, not once in your entire life, thought about the afterlife and what it would be like?" Soul's voice was getting agitated from Maka's stubbornness.
"Of course not. When I think about death, everything becomes black in my head, and I feel like I could never comprehend what it feels like to be dead. That's when I come to the conclusion that if I cannot feel anything anymore, then I must be dead. But, I probably couldn't even have that thought because I wouldn't know that death had hit me. This is why people don't understand how it feels to die. Because no one's ever lived through death."
Well, when you put it that way, it totally makes sense. Soul's commentary went off in his head. But he still couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his meister's mouth. They were so... emotionless and a little tainted. He was at a loss for words because of what Maka said. It was still hard for him to believe that Maka didn't believe in Heaven.
"Do you believe in Hell?" Soul once again tried to push his beliefs onto Maka.
"No, Soul. I don't believe in these stupid fairytales. Like I said, they're just made up stories." Maka got up from her seat and turned toward Soul. "Why are you asking me this, anyways?"
"Um... I don't really know. I guess I was just wanted your opinion on the subject." Soul did a noncommittal shrugged.
"Soul, you're so weird." With that said, Maka left the room to let Soul think about the conversation in silence.
Just for the record, I do believe in Heaven and Hell. I don't stick my beliefs to one religion. I believe in a lot of things.
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