"I know... no more than any of you do," Ishiah replies first, swallowing thickly with great reluctance, the physical action matching the way that he feels inside. While not every waking moment on the island has been dedicated toward finding answers, the thought is one which passes through his mind constantly. The fact that he doesn't know, and that his father seems incapable of trust him to know, only makes Ishiah feel like more of a peri tumbling toward an inevitable failure. Or perhaps he already has.

Sighing, he tries to be more helpful. There's no point in dashing everyone's hopes, not when Ishiah doesn't have any hard fact or message that tells him to shut others' opinions down. "It could be purgatory, although then I wonder why it is that I am here, as I was never made to enter purgatory in the way that humans might. An angel typically does not enter purgatory, unless he has fallen at some point. Which I have not."

It's a plain, practical answer, but for Ishiah, it's the only type that he can give.