"Hey." She was quiet. Eyes staring blankly ahead; past the Ogre King seated before her, as if trying to trace patterns in horizon. Was it remorse? Guilt? Acceptance? Hard to say. Even Marrow herself wasn't sure. Everything up until her demise had been pain, emotion, control. And now that her physical form was gone - annihilated - she seemed to be back to her old self. Cold. Closed off. Yet... it was different. This Marrow had a taste of what it was like to feel. What it was like to be captured. And free. Those experiences wouldn't vanish. "I guess I tell you what I did?"
Marrow picked at her clothes in disbelief, a perfect replica of what she used to wear before Eris' wild goose chase and eventual brainwashing. "I did a lot of bad things," She offered up freely to Yemma. "So. Hell. That's how it works." Even if she couldn't feel - had no way of discerning morality even BEFORE a rogue Shinjin USED her body - it wasn't an excuse. Marrow wasn't about to try and weasel her way out this far in. "Did they get that other guy, too? Lottus?" She'd question tiredly. "Sorry. Not my place to ask questions. Sentence away..."
For the past few hour-day-minutes-or-so, Yemma had his nose in some important paperwork, not unlike the paperwork he is accustomed to, but this was a smidge more urgent in terms of importance. A series of souls that had come through were still judged appropriately but in a more snappy fashion. This would continue until Yemma had completed this bit of paperwork.
To his joy, it seemed that nobody was up for judgement for at least a moment. This was rare, though it did happen every now and again, some peace and quiet.
Maybe a bit too quiet? Was Yemma hearing things?
“Huh?” He leaned forward slightly over his desk to spot that a soul had in fact made it in! They were just so quiet that he barely noticed them. Their voice did not give much away, at least to most people be it acceptance guilt or remorse, but Yemma could see right through lies and deceit. What he could see was a struggle, that much was clear. “Hoo boy, one of these situations...”
The Giant of Judgement knew just who this was and quickly retrieved the file, attached to it was a series of notes linking to a different file, one he scrunched his nose at in some measure of disgust. “You're an observant one kiddo, and you're right. ” Yemma brought out his glasses and read through Marrow's file. “Hell is where you'll be going. However, it won't for the reasons you may think. This judgement is made keeping the state of your scale of morality in mind and so that we can ensure any manipulation tactics used on you are cleansed from your soul.”
Regarding the battle that Marrow had come from, Yemma looked at some device on his desk, his watch and a chart propped up on a little board nearby that was written in some indecipherable language. “Plant is still there, and nobody seems to be following directly behind you.” Yemma explained briefly as Ogre attendants moved to guide Marrow to the downward escalator that magically popped up. Why did Yemma even bother to mention any of that? Well, if this lost soul asked, it meant that she kind of cared about something... Maybe. At least there was an inkling, a chance.