Not for the first time, it occurred to James that Shion really didn't belong here. Didn't matter to him how much crap he may have done, places like this existed for people like James. Shion looked as out of place in Hell as he always had. A shame it didn't see fitting to let him go while James was away.

"We're almost there," he managed to say, voice strained, after a few good seconds of just wincing and suppressing noises of pain as blood poured from the cuts on his hand. His head felt a little light now, but he refused to show weakness. He'd bear through this... punishment, and once that was done he was getting them both the fuck out of here.