To say Saul has had a bad day would, truly, be putting it lightly. He knows he's in Hell, he knows he's meant to suffer or atone or whatever nonsense due to his own sins and that he's here because of his many, many bad choices in life. But this? This is the first time Hell has truly felt hellish, and without any sort of safe space he can hide out in to block out the worst of the punishments.

He almost has to bitterly laugh to himself, because of course, the second time is the charm. Mike was right this time, Lalo was actually dead. But now, not only is Lalo dead, he's down here in Hell right alongside him.

Saul is jumpy, his nerves are shot, and he's far too paranoid now about what might be lurking in any shadow, but sitting in his room, decidedly not packing up all his and Kim's belongings to play a game of catch me if you can around Hell for all eternity, was doing Saul no good. He needed to do something to attempt to calm himself down. Thank Lucifer for small blessings like the bar. He knows being out in the open is risky as far as a second encounter with Lalo goes, but Saul isn't planning on being out here long. Just long enough to finish a glass or two or three of whatever drink the demon deems fit to serve him.