[Salone]

Lev opened as his eyes as his body cried out in pain, the movement from being carried only exacerbating his condition. In his present state, Lev wondered if he was ascending some ladder to Heaven. However, his mind quickly cleared that from the table. He knew he had already died. He was in hell, and there was no escape. Especially by death. That's why he hadn't died in the last four years. That was why he had charged in to the group of Dybbuk. These people surrounding him, these constructs of his broken psyche, were all just conjurations in a desperate plea for companionship. He knew Hell would take them away from him eventually. They could be broken, but he could not. That is why he had done what he did. In his mind, it all made sense.

"I thank the all of you." He choked out in ragged words, still on the verge of his body letting go completely.