He scans the area as they walk- in all directions. Frankly, it makes him a bit dizzy. The eyes covered by his clothing remain blessedly closed, but those everywhere else blink and jerk about in excitement. Stimuli! Sweet stimuli!
“Hotel…?” Jon shakes his head. So it was a mistake, then. He could be resuscitated at any moment. If Tim had succeeded with the C4, though…
Going back was going to hurt. Badly. If he even could…
“What do you mean by-“ And then that he feels it in his pocket- something small and rectangular. He removes it carefully and flips it over. Sure enough, it’s a hotel key made of a sleek, black metal. He’s never seen a keycard so nice. Jon starws at it dumbly for a moment and his brow pinches as it dawns on him what’s happening.
“I’m- going to Hell, aren’t I?” He shows the key to his acquaintance, searching his face for answers. But somehow, he feels… okay with this revelation. He’d wondered for months now, maybe years at this point, if he was still human enough to be redeemed somehow. But this is an answer, finally.
But then he looks around again. Angels and demons and unsettling little things with wings all mingling and- oh, something is trying to hand him a drink and he holds up his hands defensively with a polite “No thank you.” There’s no way he’s trusting any of this just yet…
“Everyone seems… alright with one another here,” he says uncertainly. “Is this… normal?”
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He scans the area as they walk- in all directions. Frankly, it makes him a bit dizzy. The eyes covered by his clothing remain blessedly closed, but those everywhere else blink and jerk about in excitement. Stimuli! Sweet stimuli!
“Hotel…?” Jon shakes his head. So it was a mistake, then. He could be resuscitated at any moment. If Tim had succeeded with the C4, though…
Going back was going to hurt. Badly. If he even could…
“What do you mean by-“ And then that he feels it in his pocket- something small and rectangular. He removes it carefully and flips it over. Sure enough, it’s a hotel key made of a sleek, black metal. He’s never seen a keycard so nice. Jon starws at it dumbly for a moment and his brow pinches as it dawns on him what’s happening.
“I’m- going to Hell, aren’t I?” He shows the key to his acquaintance, searching his face for answers. But somehow, he feels… okay with this revelation. He’d wondered for months now, maybe years at this point, if he was still human enough to be redeemed somehow. But this is an answer, finally.
But then he looks around again. Angels and demons and unsettling little things with wings all mingling and- oh, something is trying to hand him a drink and he holds up his hands defensively with a polite “No thank you.” There’s no way he’s trusting any of this just yet…
“Everyone seems… alright with one another here,” he says uncertainly. “Is this… normal?”
As if anything would ever be normal again.