"An after-afterlife?" Greta manages to sound amused, albeit in a weary sort of way. Well, that's what it might be for her, but she can't believe that everyone here is secretly dead. Denial would only get someone so far, and she's spoken to too many people who arrived from moments far less fraught than her own.

Besides, it wouldn't be the first time such a thing had happened. Sam's told her a little of the island he was on before he and Jordan arrived here. Maybe that's just how it works: one world finishes with you, and you're shunted on to a different one. Such an arbitrary notion wouldn't catch on amongst the religious sect, so she's not surprised that it's never come up before, but that doesn't make it wrong.

"I suppose there are worse ways for the universe to work," she allows after giving it a few moments' thought. "But there are better ways, too. People who have a home to go back to... they ought to be allowed that." Assuming 'home' isn't relentlessly awful, at least. She has friends from nasty enough places that she'd as soon they just stuck around Darrow forever, though Jessica isn't one of them. For her sake, she can't just throw herself behind the idea that there's some other random world waiting for them after this one.