[He murmurs a vague noise of acknowledgement, turning back towards the sea. After Amy had sent him the guide, he'd spent the evening looking over it and memorising what had seemed important. Death, of course, had been something that had been mentioned. Apparently those that died here weren't able to return to their own worlds, but they were resurrected, as were those who'd been killed in their world. It was nonsensical and ridiculous, and he didn't like it, but he could hardly argue against whatever natural (or unnatural, as the case may be) rules governed this world.

Beyond that, though, the concept of death didn't bother him. Privately, he'd admit that there was a reason as to why Gabriel and various other Shadowhunters didn't expect him to live past nineteen, and that realisation -- both that others believed it, and his own awareness of the reason for it -- had never bothered him quite as much as he imagined it ought to.]

They were mentioned in the guide. The afterlife still doesn't interest me; we live, we die, that's all that matters. People in your world might become ghosts, but the people in mine don't. What happens here hardly matters in that respect, the only difference being that I would quite like to leave here at some point so I'd rather not find myself in mortal peril too soon.