"What? You thought it was a come and go type of thing?" The hard truth was the hardest to swallow. People didn't really see it from his point of view or at least the newbies did. Some of them lived in their own state of denial over the situation. Once someone was an agent there was no other choice. The world didn't want them anymore. None of them were allowed to do the things any normal, non super could do. Jobs. School. A life. All of that was just gone.
"Hey, it's close." Inferno was Hell but for someone like James it was his home for all those years. "They take the bad ones to a nice little hole and they keep you there for hours. It's just the darkness to keep you company. It's supposed to help or something. The quiet gives a person time to think only I just think it made me a bigger asshole than I already was."
"It's only been a few weeks here. I haven't found myself getting dragged into a hole just yet. I've been good." Somehow James had gotten a nice handle over his need to light something up. He was itching to feel the fire at his fingertips but for the time being he was refraining from putting on a bonfire.