I see. Perhaps they should include that in the introductory speeches. [Hakkai's expression remains blank, bland.] I doubt anything... untoward will occur here. Though, I will admit, the time is a bit hazy.

[Even as he says it, the figure on the bed shifts. Slowly stirring enough to lift a hand. Staring at it like he's never seen fingers before. When the injured man speaks, it's... Hakkai's voice. Though muted, raspier.]

"... This isn't what I expected. Hell is rather anti-climactic."

[The redhead moves then. One moment he's across the room, the next, he's bent over the bed, hands on either side of Past!Hakkai's head, hair hanging over their faces like a curtain. He didn't actually move that fast. Hakkai hadn't been lying when he said the memory was hazy.]

"Who're you callin' anti-climactic?"

[Both of them are still for a long moment. Staring. The Present!Hakkai just sighs.]

So dramatic.