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[ When you next open your eyes, you find yourself standing in a hallway of stained glass windows; the door behind you closes completely shut before disappearing, you in a corridor that leads to nowhere. You're stranded, here . . . wherever you are . . . ?

The light that reflects through the glass is a gentle one, and the whole place seems to glow, almost binding in illumination - it's been recently swept here, or otherwise recently polished so everything isn't so musty; still, there's a distinct feeling of heaviness in the air. One could almost mistake the feeling for reverence.

There's only one direction: forward, into the light. ]

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Okay.

...okay.

So I just, like. Hop in?

[ considering, for a moment ]

Remember what makes you, you. Hold onto that thought carefully and keep yourself together.

That's it?

No, like - spells, or rosaries, or demon-be-gone or whatever?

Do you need spells and rosaries to have faith?

No?

I mean - you say it's gonna work, I got faith you know what you're talking about.

And I, in turn, have faith in His power, which Raphael wields! So, what are you waiting for?

Right. Yeah.

[Please hold. He's taking off his belt pouches to keep his paper, pens, lighter, etc. dry, emptying his pockets, and setting everything on the floor at Nemesis' feet. ...probably socks and boots, too.]

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...here goes nothing.

[And he just - steps right in.]

[ it is deep, actually.

it is also painful, actually. it feels like it's burning everything away - the corruptions, certainly, the blood in your veins, maybe?

it feels as though you could burn away. your identity, your existence, you - if you don't hold fast to that. just who is "hurricane", anyway? ]

[That's the real question, isn't it?]

[He's not the boy he was when he first woke up in hell, that's for sure. Not the boy who spent the entire first day exploring the city, fearless, and who could sleep a whole night through without nightmares, and was anxious over a game with consequences so mundane as a broken arm.]

[He's not the boy from after that, either - the one who lost himself, a little, in nothingness that he sometimes still can't quite believe ever ended. Not the boy who broke, and pulled himself together, and broke, and floundered, and broke, and stayed down... and then, finally, got out.]

[He's someone else, now. He's not very brave, still, but the pieces are back together, mostly, if you don't mind the cracks - and he tries very hard not to mind the cracks. He's not very strong, still, but there are people he'll give up anything to keep safe. He's not always good enough (he's never good enough) but that's not a good enough reason to stop trying.]

[Somewhere in there, among all of that, is "Hurricane." And he holds onto that, while everything else burns.]

[ and it all burns, truly - it sears through his veins and flesh and even seems to leech into his bone marrow, rushing through and leaving behind warmth.

underwater, every sound is muted, but this is unmistakable: the quiet, the steady,

thudTHUD

thudTHUD

thudTHUD

thudTHUD

thudTHUD

and soon enough, the burning is no longer from the water outside, but from his lungs inside; the need for oxygen is oppressive, urging him to resurface as soon as possible, the demand echoed by his now-beating heart. ]

[He breaks the surface, coughing and gasping, hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks actually with color for a change.]

[ when he comes out, the angel is looking down on him with some consideration - ]

You did well!

[ just as loud as before, but their expression is soft, and they're offering a hand out for him to take. ]

[He laughs, shaky and a little disbelieving - laughs again, and takes the offered hand.]

Looks like you made it...? No more demon stench?

[Kind of hovering nearby, looking between the two, hopeful but hesitant]

[Nope, sorry, as soon as the angel's helped him up, he's pulling her in for a hug, tight and slightly giddy. She can probably feel the heartbeat.]

Pretty sure it worked.

[She barely even hears him over the feel of his heart in his chest--it had been so long since that failure, enough that she'd almost forgotten the rhythm--and she squeezes back, maybe a little too tight]

[Is there such a thing as too tight? He's squeezing back just as hard, anyway.]

[That must be why her chest feels so tight and her own heartrate elevates, the STR and CON bonuses from being mortal again means he doesn't know his own strength. Nothing to do with a wobbly feeltheing in her gut now that finally something had gone right, something big enough she hadn't dared think it could ever be done.

And she wonders, a little, maybe miracles can happen, and maybe're were things worth hoping for after all. And she thinks--

--she--

--absolutely cannot get into this many feelings in the middle of the Starship Heavenprise bathhouse, holy shit. She eventually reins herself in and somehow extricates herself at least a little; pulls on an expression that looks more watery than she'd been aiming for.]

...Huh, not bad. Summer's gonna feel that much hotter, though.

[Maybe there were a whole lot of feelings on this end, too, honestly; his eyes are kind of damp.]

...right? Gonna have to eat like twenty times more icepops to make up for it.

[Lets himself get pulled up, and then - yeah, sorry not sorry, the angel is also getting a hug.]

Like I'm back in one piece.

[ uh

a

awkward

ly

, , ]

. . .

That's good.

[ how do i hug b ]

[Gives him one last squeeze before he steps back again.]

...thanks, dude. For real.

. . . It was His power that healed you. Never forget that.

[ p. pats his shoulder ]

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