According to Charles mere hours ago the Father had looked unchanging from thirty years prior. The sudden shift was rather jarring to all, but with the Father being so cavalier about the entire experience of his aging, it was hard to believe anything was amiss. For ones of high faith, the end wasn't something to be truly saddened by. And in a world where rebirth was basically a guarantee, it was only sad to lose the person you know for a moment. Hm, perhaps that was something to consider as well, "Rare, but not completely unheard of, maybe high density Mana can only do so much for you at some point," she offered her own imaginings. She figured it was something like balancing your mana inside with your mana outside which would keep one's body intact, but the older one got the harder such a thing was to maintain. Yes, that made a reasonable bit of sense.

Moving on from this point, Charles stated that in the world he was from, no one knew of the afterlife. Given all the other things Angelica had learned about that world and its already limited lifespan that probably made everything way worse for people. "That place sounds more frightening every time you mention it," she said giving a firm nod of her head. It was still wonderful, but all the nuances were starting to make it seem like the development of technology wasn't truly worth the loss of magic. Beyond this point apparently Charles didn't care if he had to deal with the Jeanne d'Arc ordeal himself but claimed that many would need more proof. "Well, on that front we've gathered quite a bit already and are likely gathering more. I don't think it would be too difficult with everything presented properly to make sure everyone knows how the world actually works and how to avoid condemning others for things they don't understand," this was Angelica's thoughts on the matter. Actually from conception, the problem here was no one knowing the name that Jeanne used to communicate with god and one of her own apparently turning her in for consorting with demons when that was likely not something that actually happened. If so that person either knowingly or unknowingly set in motion something terrible that didn't need to happen.

Still at the end of the bridge Turpin stopped and bowed. He claimed to have enjoyed escorting them both but claimed that at least one among Charles group wished to know the details so to speak. It seemed quite odd for a man to be so interested in the social development of his peers but perhaps his being older meant he had the same kind of interest in Charles that the Father did, and wished to see him excel? Whatever the case, Angelica smiled at Turpin. "It's always a pleasure chatting with you Turpin," said Angelica honestly willing to let the man go on about his supposed business. She didn't know Ganelon very well, but had the unique feeling she had enough older people in her life already, and thus didn't envy the man the task of having to speak on it. "I started growing tea leaves, if you find those vocal exercises a bit too stressful," she mentioned casually. This man appreciated her artistry she had no issues being nice to him, nor any of the people in Charles chosen group, honestly even strangely Roland, though she'd rather not speak to that one directly.