"The Astrals were the gods of your world?" he ventured to guess, tilting his head slightly to one side to regard Nyx. They seemed to share sentiments, and that made Roxas feel just a bit more comfortable with the human.

"We're probably here because of the gods of this world," he shrugged. "In the last place, two gods needed outsiders to fight against each other in their names, so they drew people in and molded them to fit their needs."

The harpy paused, tapping one sharp toe claw on the metal floor thoughtfully. "I can't say I know anything about dead kings..."