They both spoke to one another as friends, as that's what they had started out as once upon a time, so many years ago now that it felt like two completely different people. It had seemed like every time Odin had met Arisa, she had possessed a new face, meanwhile he had only died in between their meetings, which was obviously a lot less impressive. At least she was doing okay, considering they basically hadn't seen each other since Odin had punched her and jumped off a cliff. That had been a weird day for sure.
The tone got very sombre as Arisa looked upon the graves and spoke about seeing the souls of the dead, which was something Odin really didn't get, despite being dead himself. He had heard of graveyards being places of reflection for many among the living, but he had only ever experienced death here so he wasn't one for hanging around. After all, no one liked being constantly reminded of their own suicide. That was just awkward.
She spoke about feeling dead shortly after, which caused Odin to face her directly for the first time, his voice low and quiet, "Trust me, you don't know what that feels like. Until your heart no longer beats, your brain stops working and your skin feels like a heavy coat you can't take off, you're still alive. Hell", Odin chuckled lightly before continuing, "You're half angel, probably the closest thing to the exact opposite of someone like me other than, you know, an actual angel." He'd wait then until she asked how he was, at which point he wouldn't hesitate to tell her.
"Truthfully, I feel like I've done so much to achieve my goal without actually progressing towards it. I've set things in motion that can help me with what I need to do, but as of yet there are no results. It's tough, having to work on faith and push through even when you don't know it's the right way to go."
"What are your goals?"