[ He forgets sometimes that they're in Hell. It's because it feels far more organized than the Hell that he imagined. He frowns at nothing in particular, and shifts his glare to their surroundings. ]
It's easy to forget that's where we are when it looks so -- [ Well, not normal. He's never seen a place that looks like this, exactly. But there is something warm beneath all the violence. It's a place that wants to let him call it "home," and he's willing to listen to those words. ]
Still a parade and festival doesn't seem like it should warrant weapons.
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[ He forgets sometimes that they're in Hell. It's because it feels far more organized than the Hell that he imagined. He frowns at nothing in particular, and shifts his glare to their surroundings. ]
It's easy to forget that's where we are when it looks so -- [ Well, not normal. He's never seen a place that looks like this, exactly. But there is something warm beneath all the violence. It's a place that wants to let him call it "home," and he's willing to listen to those words. ]
Still a parade and festival doesn't seem like it should warrant weapons.