Alex listened to the way he spoke about Hell, watched the expressions on his face, the way his voice would change, and wasn't even a little surprised when he finally got up to fix the rug. Hell probably had treated Hal differently to everyone else. Lord Harry would never have gone in through choice. Not that the others had, but in many cases they had been there through trying to save someone, but not him. No, Lord Harry had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time and suffered for it.
Which he had deserved. Lord Harry had deserved to suffer.
That didn't mean Hal did.
She wasn't sure what to say, what to feel. No matter how hurt and angry she was, still was, at Hal, she also hated the fact he had suffered like that. It was confusing and messy and made her head a very fucking annoying place to be.
"So, do you understand now? How the fuck am I supposed to believe you won't do the same mistakes all over again?" How was she supposed to trust him again, to offer her heart to him all over again and risk it being broken?
There was one other detail that made her feel awkward, but had to ask anyway. "And do you need to detox again? Or is the blood out of your system?"
Gone to Hell a monster and come out as.... this. Alex had seen how the others had broken, had shut away. "Everyone else broke and you seemed to be fixed. Ironic or something, I guess."