[A thoughtful silence. Yes, that is the sort of thing he's observed, too. Patterns. That's a good way to put it. He actually nods.]

Likewise ...the feeling for me is that of a book, perhaps some ghost story I've read. In fact--

[There's a pause, and it does actually come to him. Such a strange tidbit when everything else is so vague. Frustratingly useless, and yet.]

Such a thing would not be unlike the Fields of Asphodel from Greek Myth. A purgatory where neither good nor evil come to rest. It is said that before entering the place, you lose all identity and simply wander as an aimless non-existence.

[...Honestly, it sounds worse than hell. Anyway, that was such a specific thing for him to just pull out of no where it even strikes him as strange, and he sits there blinking a little.]

...I-I'm not even sure where I was thirty minutes ago, but it seems, somehow, I know underworld mythology very well.