Hm. I never fit in with humans or demons. I was too much of one or the other for either side to tolerate. [ He shakes his head, dismissing the discussion with casual grace. He had dealt with it enough and needed to move beyond that to other matters. ]

Insofar as punishment...No. I don't think so. Too many people here do not rationally deserve punishment. And this place has the potential to become a paradise, which no manner of Hell would.

If I had to guess, and I really despise supposition without factual evidence, I would say it was not planned or intentional or anything of the sort. It really was just a calamity. A terrible, inexplicable event that we must all work to survive, and if possible, fix.

The simplest proof being so many people coming from the same worlds, or worlds very much alike, or people coming from different times in the exact same world. Some people are arriving here that know one another, some are complete anomalies, like the blue-skinned youth with hooves.

If anything we should compare the Bastion to an island where the shipwrecked wash ashore. [ The onmyoji nodded, withdrawing his fan from his sleeve and tapping it thoughtfully against his lips. That food was becoming increasingly more enticing. ]