[ He looked up at her, looking as though that hand on his shoulder were the only thing keeping him from falling apart. One day at a time until what? Until they woke up again? Until the loop repeated? If this were really hell, he'd still be able to feel the loop repeating. He wasn't entirely caught in its flow, was he? When he'd seen Uriel, he'd been able to at least make an attempt to fight it. But this. Here. It felt different. He had no idea where the door even was. He couldn't remember walking through it, or even dying.
But he couldn't think of a single way to prove she was real. Because Hell would always feel completely real. That was the point. But he had to try something before he became completely untethered.
Gripping her arm, he looked up at her. He sounded suddenly desperate and demanding. ]
Look me in the eye. Tell me you remember it. Tell me you remember dying.
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But he couldn't think of a single way to prove she was real. Because Hell would always feel completely real. That was the point. But he had to try something before he became completely untethered.
Gripping her arm, he looked up at her. He sounded suddenly desperate and demanding. ]
Look me in the eye. Tell me you remember it. Tell me you remember dying.