[ Astarion blinks as he tries to suss out what Hugh is talking about. He doesn't see anything when he passes the window, cocking his head and chalking it up to the man experiencing delusions. Certainly possible, with the sorts of people who he's forced to interact with here. ]
Hell looks different these days.
[ Said light, airy. He doesn't remember Hell but he has a feeling he knows a bit about it. He waits impatiently for Hugh to open the next door, staying a few steps above him on the stairs ]
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Hell looks different these days.
[ Said light, airy. He doesn't remember Hell but he has a feeling he knows a bit about it. He waits impatiently for Hugh to open the next door, staying a few steps above him on the stairs ]