[ Going quiet doesn't make the pain any less. It's still arcing through him. Licking at him like that bloody fireball Nergal threw at him to keep him from reaching them again. He would've followed them straight to hell for the smallest chance of saving her. He tried so many things after.
He lost his sanity for a while on that road. He lost his friends. Most of them wish Nergal had taken him. They have that in common at least. He wishes Nergal would've taken him too.
He sniffs sharply and a weak laugh escapes as he shakes his head. ]
Not from this. No amount of repenting and penance will save my soul. When I die my soul will be delivered to hell. Then every bastard I've sent down will have a chance to get their own piece of me.
[ He reaches for the mug and draws it up to get a sip of the hot liquid. He doesn't blow on it. He's banking on the scald of it to bring his head back around and out of the muck of his tragic bloody past. ]
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He lost his sanity for a while on that road. He lost his friends. Most of them wish Nergal had taken him. They have that in common at least. He wishes Nergal would've taken him too.
He sniffs sharply and a weak laugh escapes as he shakes his head. ]
Not from this. No amount of repenting and penance will save my soul. When I die my soul will be delivered to hell. Then every bastard I've sent down will have a chance to get their own piece of me.
[ He reaches for the mug and draws it up to get a sip of the hot liquid. He doesn't blow on it. He's banking on the scald of it to bring his head back around and out of the muck of his tragic bloody past. ]