[He says it a little dully, a little distant. When the last thing you remember is cold, cold oblivion, then there are more inherent problems with the idea of feeling close to home again than being stuck in a very Japanese-esque hell.
Still, the foreign nature of it almost makes it... easier to accept, in a weird way. Idly, Eddie pets at the cat next to him, which purrs loudly even in its sleep.]
So what do you make of this place, then? You really think it's hell?
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[He says it a little dully, a little distant. When the last thing you remember is cold, cold oblivion, then there are more inherent problems with the idea of feeling close to home again than being stuck in a very Japanese-esque hell.
Still, the foreign nature of it almost makes it... easier to accept, in a weird way. Idly, Eddie pets at the cat next to him, which purrs loudly even in its sleep.]
So what do you make of this place, then? You really think it's hell?