Job, of course, failed to notice the more...sympathetic gaze Millie was giving him now as he was panicking both from his claustrophobia and the fact that he had just died for the second time in less than 4 hours... "W-what just happened! What...was that am...am I in double hell now or something!?"
"Oh. Right you uh...you wouldn't know about that" Moxxie placed job onto the counter of the apartment's kitchenette. "No, your not in double hell Job. I...don't even think that's a thing. You're just...back in hell. Sinners...or I guess soulless in your case can't die in hell, at least not permanently. If something happens to kill you, you just...reappear in hell. No idea why you reappeared in my pocket, might be because of the soul deal thing..."
"...W-well, if we can...avoid someone killing me again t-that be great."
"I...yeah, sorry bout that" Millie finally speaks up...and Job winces as soon as she does, fully expecting her to lash out again. "I... over-reacted. A lot."
Job doesn't respond, but is clearly pretty terrified, to the point where he is literally shaking.
"...Look, you've just...died. A couple of times, actually" Moxxie interjects. "And...you're technically in what you've probable been told since you were a kid is the worst place to end up. Its not, for the record, there are far worse places in hell for you to end up than around the two of us. As...hard as that might be to believe at the moment" Millie looks very guilty as Moxxie says this. "We'll...we have to go to work soon anyway, we'll give you some space until we get back..."
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