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Oh yes, I know just how to treat a lady. You have time to sort it out, though. Even if we leave tomorrow, it'll be at least a few weeks before we get there. So one thing at a time. Figure out how you feel about him and proceed from there. What would you like to say to him?

[It's so easy to say these things when you're the one outside of them this time.]

Finally, someone worthy of me [sarcasm and affection rolled into one with a hint of a smirk]

Leaving tomorrow would be nice; not sure it's exactly plausible, but that won't stop me from trying. I'm going to have to work something out with owner before we go, so I don't lose my place. Suddenly there's so much to do. What I'd like to say? First... I would tell him that I'm sorry; that I never wanted to hurt him. I would tell him that he was my only friend, and that he's so so important to me. I would tell him how much I missed him, even before I died

Considering this is your first big Hell adventure outside of Little Hades...yeah. Shouldn't just jump on the train. Especially if you plan on coming back here. I mean, when I decided to leave a city, I never planned on going back to it.

[Which means she has made a lot of enemies. No one likes being bested by a tiny waif of an angel.]

He'll understand, I think. But don't be too hard on yourself if in the moment, you don't get to say all these things. I had a different dramatic speech planned out for just about every possible scenario in which Erik and I would be reunited. I used none of them when the moment finally came.

I don't think I would be heartbroken if we couldn't come back, but I do catch myself being sentimental. My paintings are here, and your photos. It's become home, more or less. You live here, too. That's another factor in favor of returning, I suppose [Affection between the lines]

That isn't exactly comforting. What if I say the wrong thing? The last time he saw me was when I drowned him. But if you want to get really technical, the last time he saw me was when he walked through the final door that brought him to the river. I couldn't bare to go go with him, I didn't want to see what had to be done. But I did. Existing in multiple lucid incarnations across the span of the multiverse will do that. I still saw it. Felt when his last breath left him. I can only imagine how he might feel about seeing me, here. Chris... are you sure he'll want to see me?

[Yes...Christine supposes that she lives here now. It's an odd thing to think about.

But at the same time, she knows that if her search for Erik lead out of Little Hades...She wouldn't hesitate to hop right on the train and carry on.

She's not going to admit to that, though. Not when her friend is so distraught over her own emotional crisis.]

Perhaps not comforting but it is the reality of the situation. I just don't want you to set some strict expectation on yourself on how you'll behave in the moment. And there really isn't any way to know if he'll want to see you until he does, actually, in fact see you. Because that's just it, you're imagining things. All you're going to do is torture yourself. Don't be me, Elizabeth. Don't drive yourself mad.\ I know that that's easier said than done but please try. We'll get there as soon as we can and then you'll have your answers.

For the record, I don't like being on this side of the conversation, Chris. I don't like it at all. I'll try; but one could go so far as to say there's a bit of a resemblance between us. Or maybe I'm just being sentimental? Whatever powers rule Hell must know it's much more efficient to make us torture ourselves. Can't say it's not effective.

And do you really think I enjoyed it? Sentimentality doesn't suit you, Elizabeth. But what is it you're always saying...Constants and variables? You'll get through this, no matter what actually happens. If all this self-inflicted torture is Hell's doing, then what's Heaven's excuse? Hell isn't a place, it's a state of mind.

No, I don't; just a statement for the record. I was going to say 'since when is getting what you want so complicated', but the answer is 'since always'. Whether it suits me or not, it creeps up on me now and then. I'm sure you have no idea what that's like, hm? I will. We will. Waiting feels like the hardest part. I suppose your right; less heat and fewer pandemics would be nice, though. I'd probably deal with much worse to find Booker again... like you would for Erik, I imagine.

Me? It doesn't so much creep up on me as it comes out in an unending torrent. I'm a right sentimental fool, truly. The hardest part is the moments just before you meet again. Trust me. You'll look back on the waiting with utter fondness in comparison. Come on, now. If not for this terrible heat, I never would have gotten used to walking around in a bikini. And pandemics keep things interesting! ...I've been down here a little too long, haven't I.

Well aren't we the pair; hearts on our sleeves like the foolish girls we are. Well, that isn't comforting, but at least it's honest With that image in mind, I rescind my complaint. Bikinis are a semi-comfortable way to not sweat to near-death, incidentally. Now if we could only find a beach with actual water... Maybe. To be fair, you did have a grand old time with me while I was ill during the last pandemic. I never thanked you for taking care of me, did I? I must have been completely delirious, I almost seem to remember some manner of serenade... but that would be foolish, wouldn't it?

[Her font is practically smirking]

I have yet to find a beach with real water...the closest I ever came was a lake where you could spend about an hour in the water before the acidity became unbearable. Better than nothing, right? I got a little distracted during the pandemic, I admit. Once I found out Erik was also suffering from it in a slightly traumatic...blast from the past sort of way, I was a little focused on that. Then Hancock the first's disappearance. Then Erik's disappearance...I've been a bit busy. But there might have been a serenade involved at some point in there. I've done far stranger things on the tail end of a nasty hangover. You're welcome, though. I wasn't about to let a sweet, innocent girl get torn to bits by hungry Hell foliage.

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