"If I fell off a balcony, I'd probably just break my arm. Then I'd be out of commission with a busted arm and still stuck here." He was pretty certain that was worse and he wasn't entirely sure that he could die here. Could anyone die here? Was it worth trying to figure out? Maybe.
When Nisha mentioned hell, he snorted and threw her a smirk. "Funny. I was just thinking that." His voice was musing, but his eyes were cold, moving over the sunny figures moving around the pool. It was a bit like being in one of those movies. What was it? Pleasantville? Where everyone was super nice and sweet and black and white? It was rubbing him the wrong way, which was an understatement if ever there was one.