He doesn't know what he did, only that the man went from smiling to not in no time at all and that he must have done something wrong for that. No kidding, doing something wrong in Hell, but he feels guilty all the same.

The firm refusal has him blink. He hadn't thought of it like that. He almost feels bolstered in turn, but when the man speaks to the room, he flinches back as though that alone will summon retribution. He doesn't have the nerve to voice the arguments in his head besides. He looks up too, but only in fear, and not for long.

"I just... want to hurt as little as possible right now," He admits, voice quiet with shame. "I can hardly think about eternity. Not here. If I deserve this then that's that. But if this is Hell then hurting as little as we can is the only mercy we have. I don't know what else to do."