What happened? It was strange, Hal watched everyone else that had returned with him, the emotionless Rebekah, others just not coping at all, he'd heard hide nor hair of Rose since. Broken and lost but for him. "It was not easy. Things were complicated, people were...I'm not going to explain it all. It seems to be a shared experiance and it isn't my place, if they suffered all the horrors I did. But at the start it was him, and it seemed hell quickly realised being forced to kill wouldn't phase him, that was one of them, killing, over and over, blood that would never sate us. When the pain got too much, when it became less fun for him, he gave up control, left it to be me, thinking we'd never get out. I can't blame him. I didn't think we would either, and when I did think so...the very worst of the tortures would come, thinking we were back here. Thinking it was over, and then one by one you'd kill us, sometimes you, sometimes Lydia, Lauren, Mitchell, Katherine. Sometimes it was Tom, Annie, Leo, Pearl."
He blinked, finally standing to fix the rug. He had to.
"I would see Mr Snow, telling me again that my little 'eccentricities' were because he allowed it. Fergus, Cutler, Crumb, and then of course Mary, Sylvie. Everything I've caused, everything I've done don't you see. I expect it would break most people, but I needed to see it. I needed to watch how it ended, as if I were there, I needed to watch myself slowly fall, at home and again here. I needed to see it all to truly understand. It was a penance I needed to suffer. I'm glad it was me to fall. I must be the first person to go into hell a monster and return..."