#Chapter117

...I'd say, for a dead man, my heart still beat pretty fast – never mind if it was needed or not.

In all technicalities, in Hell, only your soul exists, but given the nature of this place, and the very purpose of it – which is, eternal torture, of course – having blood, or at least, perceiving it like you have blood, was important. I suppose that's why I still felt like I need to breathe, and my heart still felt like it needs to rush me into situations, where I had no business being at.

I wondered if it was the same for Jude; he rushed into everything...