Chapter 307

• He lay on a shore of bones, in Hell. He was surrounded by demons, and now that he was above the surface of the red water with a second to listen, he couldn't not hear the screams of all the people being butchered, people just like him. The demons were killing them, tearing their chests open and ripping out their hearts. They were eating the people's hearts. They'd probably done that to Mia. They were going to do that to him.
• He was intellectualizing and rationalizing again, describing reality like it wasn't happening to him. That was fine. He was going to die anyway, or suffer eternal torture or whatever, might as well keep that reality at a distance instead of having it scar him.
• "Eat?" one of the demons asked the other.