Suppose you are an Orc. You live a virtuous life. You die. You go to the Shadowlands. The Arbiter is all like “this guy is a nice guy, I’m gonna send him to Bastion!”. Your Orc soul arrives and trains for eons to get rid of all their bads. Eventually you ascend!
Yo listen up, here’s a story
About a guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue
Like him, inside and outside
Honestly, we don’t know what we look like on the other side so we 'll look like the ruler of the zone,wouldn’t a god wish a reflection of itself be more the liking?