Kerem wakes up in a remarkably dry place, in court clothes too well-made to travel in.
"We are not entirely committed to bringing parents to every Hometowns. Do you have any siblings?"
"Those are the alive ones. I don't have a precise count on how many died, I don't live near my parents."
"Of course, you needn't rely on this resurrection mechanism if you're planning to save your world."
"We do according to policy need to make sure that at least half of the lasting magical abilities we put onto sapient beings as payment to you go on you specifically. As determined by public price, not strict integers."
"Well, anyway, I didn't previously think of the world as especially needing saving but the thing you're describing that way sounds like the way to go to me."
"It seemed like the framing to go with given the circumstances of your death. You can think of it as saving everyone in your world, if you'd rather."
"And yet, when you have the potential to eliminate everything that's bad about shipwrecks..."
"You might feel differently if you had grown up in a world that was already saved."
"That's at least true of the people who started using the phrase like that, which I may or may not be one of."
"So somebody wants to be nice to me, at least if the note from a mysterious party isn't sarcastic, and they are doing it by putting me on this pageant - is that to be nice to me by giving me the prize for playing along, or is it also meant to be nice in the pageantry part?"
"Everything about the conversation with Nudge - the more-psychic me's named Nudge - led me to believe he was being sincere, though elusive," he shrugs. "I certainly recognize that there are aspects here which should not be strictly construed as being nice to you."