"That exactly, what are the odds that it's enough to do something?" She pauses at the stairwell, and when she turns back the curves of her face are set into a slight frown. A slight lock of the jaw, twist of the lips, her pale eyes milky with thoughts; Nanami raises a finger as if making a point but when she speaks it's almost to herself.

"What if someone comes from someplace where they've seen something like this before? What if, what if we have someone here who's almost like a deity? I've met Final-Boss-tier players before, so could that happen? I mean, if this is where consciousnesses go in sleep, in death- people are going to keep coming, so would it be that sooner or later-?"

She glances up, but her gaze doesn't quite focus. "Hmm....well, we don't know the rules of this place. Do you? It... makes things weirdly open-ended. Do you think?"