[ A laugh, then he leans against the doorframe properly, folding both his arms over his chest, cajun drawl lazy, drawn out. ]
Purgatory. A real treat.
[ He lets that hang in the air for a beat, like it's some kind of joke with no punchline. Not that it needs one, anyone who’s been there gets it. And here, in this place, he's starting to think that everyone came from their own personal hell. He hasn't met one happy fucker since setting he got here.
He lets his eyes trail up, glancing at the ceiling, then down the hall, then back to Zoro. ]
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Purgatory. A real treat.
[ He lets that hang in the air for a beat, like it's some kind of joke with no punchline. Not that it needs one, anyone who’s been there gets it. And here, in this place, he's starting to think that everyone came from their own personal hell. He hasn't met one happy fucker since setting he got here.
He lets his eyes trail up, glancing at the ceiling, then down the hall, then back to Zoro. ]
You figure there's a real reason we’re here?