That gets a snort out of the Shade--yeah, he likes this guy. Definitely not from Hell, or if he is he's more like Rick than anything else out of the pit.
"Considering I done time in Hell myself, and my left hand man's a native? Nah." the Shade assures him with a small, lopsided smile. "And for the record, ain't everyone here had to die to get an invite. Word of advice, kid: there's an ocean between 'wicked' and 'evil.' Wicked's for the dark soul--there's light left in it for that sinful sparkle 'n shine of temptation. There's hope in wicked--evil's a void from whence there's no escape. Hell's built on evil, don't aspire to it."
The warning is delivered with the quiet gentleness of genuine concern, even as he shifts to lean over and offer the kid one big, long-fingered hand to shake.
"I go by the Shade to them that know of me, but folks 'round here just call me Joe."
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"Considering I done time in Hell myself, and my left hand man's a native? Nah." the Shade assures him with a small, lopsided smile. "And for the record, ain't everyone here had to die to get an invite. Word of advice, kid: there's an ocean between 'wicked' and 'evil.' Wicked's for the dark soul--there's light left in it for that sinful sparkle 'n shine of temptation. There's hope in wicked--evil's a void from whence there's no escape. Hell's built on evil, don't aspire to it."
The warning is delivered with the quiet gentleness of genuine concern, even as he shifts to lean over and offer the kid one big, long-fingered hand to shake.
"I go by the Shade to them that know of me, but folks 'round here just call me Joe."