( Four months. In the span of his life, that's like nothing, but in a place like this, even he can feel like that's a lifetime. It's... strange. Different. Uncomfortable, a little too much like a cross between what he imagines Inferno to be and the human world, and definitely too easy to settle into. Somehow. )

I might take you up on that, Emily. I don't even know where to start asking things yet, so I've just been reading every book I can get my hands on.

( That's how he's learned a lot of everything in general, so. He glances down at the book in his own hands again, idly thumbing at the corner of the cover. )

What faction are you a part of?