Samandriel was sure if he needed sleep he would've been lulled there long ago. He quite enjoyed it once upon a time, back when he could fall into a different state and let the essence of himself run wild where it would influence no one but himself. Now... Now the best he could hope for was nothing at all.
"I heard this place calling to me," he said, "In the quiet moments. The breaths between pain. Telling me to come here, telling me I'd be safe from my demons and my better angels." It'd been poetic phrasing. Samandriel'd appreciated that more than most. "After...after my vessel's soul passed it was about the only non-violent company I had. Not angelic though. The place I was held was heavily warded."