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[cognitivism]

[He glances back down to his now healed hand, but doesn't move it. Deep down he was comforted by the action, grateful for her help, but it doesn't cross his features. Anger boils in his veins as he thinks about why this is happening, about witnessing his mother's death once more, about the fact that his stranger has now seen something personal - something he wishes could have stayed buried.]

I suppose we can thank God for this. [He says bitterly.] I wonder what we've done to deserve such a punishment.

[He pauses, taking a deep breath before he asks,] Are you all right? [Which he barely knows her but there's some concern there for someone who just healed him with magic.]

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I'm not much of a fan of His.

[She can't imagine it, either. The deity seems to cause so much strife, but none of it with the darkness and grace that she admires. Her thoughts darken slightly, but Belladonna shakes back out of it when he asks his question, and she blinks.]

Me? Oh, yes, I'm just fine. I've just been concerned--so many of us seem to be lost in horrible reminders of our past. I'm doing what I can to help.

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I don't think I am either.

[He wasn't a fan of God or Lucifer. This punishment seemed petty and vengeful even compared to others that he's encountered in Hell. Derranged might be a better word for it, considering their tragic pasts were being broadcast for all to stumble upon.]

I see. That's good. [He finds himself saying, finally moving his hand from her as he slowly flexes as if he was expecting the wound to still be there.]

I hope you've been spared for the most part. [He lifts his gaze to meet hers, trying his best to not meet the corpse of his mother - if she was even still there.] I appreciate your help. I... don't even know when I got injured. [Something he's coming to hate about this trip down memory lane.]