[ charles gives another half-shrug, grimacing. it's — actually, he hasn't really talked about hell much, mostly because when he thinks about it his thoughts go to the dollhouse and the absolute horror of it all and then he starts thinking that edwin was there for seventy years and —
well, quite frankly, it makes him want to burst into angry tears, which isn't really conductive to anything, ever, and so he doesn't think of it.
somehow, though, talking about the rest of it? it's... not terrible. it makes him feel like he's maybe, just maybe, being useful, passing on the knowledge. just in case. ] When you go in, it looks like a bunch of empty rooms. They're... uh, less empty when you come back.
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[ charles gives another half-shrug, grimacing. it's — actually, he hasn't really talked about hell much, mostly because when he thinks about it his thoughts go to the dollhouse and the absolute horror of it all and then he starts thinking that edwin was there for seventy years and —
well, quite frankly, it makes him want to burst into angry tears, which isn't really conductive to anything, ever, and so he doesn't think of it.
somehow, though, talking about the rest of it? it's... not terrible. it makes him feel like he's maybe, just maybe, being useful, passing on the knowledge. just in case. ] When you go in, it looks like a bunch of empty rooms. They're... uh, less empty when you come back.