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Jia sighs looking at the ground. "Alright, I'll go back with you. But-" he replies, pausing shortly, creating some sort of tension "I get to do things my way. Besides, who ever said hell was my home? I kind of like it here. The people... they amuse me, and I do the same for them. It's mutual. What have you to offer me?" Jia believed he could try to barter and set his own rules- he never liked being pushed around anyways. Even though he could not yet use his unbound form.
Hell. If it has changed, then it probably wouldn't be for the better. After all, it's hell. Simply endless floors of pain and suffering- the same pain and suffering which drove Jia to insanity many centuries ago. "Do you know how long we've lived? Here, once a person has reached the year one hundred, he is considered to be in the 'white age'. I would have completed ten of these already. I must admit it becomes at times mundane, but we do what we do. Let me just get my things."
Hell. If it has changed, then it probably wouldn't be for the better. After all, it's hell. Simply endless floors of pain and suffering- the same pain and suffering which drove Jia to insanity many centuries ago. "Do you know how long we've lived? Here, once a person has reached the year one hundred, he is considered to be in the 'white age'. I would have completed ten of these already. I must admit it becomes at times mundane, but we do what we do. Let me just get my things."