Sid followed suit and finished off the last bit of his smoke before he too laid down. It was tempting to lay closer, but he dared not. Rath truly was a friend and with his recent bout of luck in...well...all regards, he was a bit afraid of ruining a friendship. Tiny pinpricks of starlight was mirrored in his eyes as he looked up at the clear night sky. "Yeah. I think everyone has at least once." He replied as he got himself comfortable with his hands behind his head.
"So many stars up there, there has to be something grand, right? Just makes you think..."
"I suppose it is a comforting thought. That there is more to this life than simply being born, going through the motions, and then dying and...nothing." Sid was a practical man. He'd never really put too much thought into what happened after one died, even though being a rider and a healer he dealt with death on a common basis. "I know southerners believe in what they call Paradise. A place where there's no pain, no sorrow....but they also believed that they all would be taken there when the golds and bronzes returned so..." He gave a small shrug of his shoulders at that. The north's arrival in the south had efficiently ruined that idea. The golds and bronzes had returned to them, but they in no way brought anything remotely resembling paradise with them.
"Before you bring it up, yes I'm distracting from something."
Sid raised his head up and looked over at the man curiously. "I didn't think anything of it, but what are you trying to distract from?" He couldn't resist but ask.