"How can they take anything seriously that is not in the immediate before them?" commented Grievous, shrugging his shoulders and sighing. The gap between Men and Fey had never been wider. Eric, Marley's father, put his hand up to speak.
"How was I to know?" he bleated aggressively, "Hell is not real until you get there - and anyway, it's not at all like a man cares to think about such things at any time...
"... I don't ever want to go back -I know that now- but my body still aches for the things I can't have, even without the flesh to go with it".
He stopped, and his face shadowed with an aspect of genuine shame.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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