[There's a soft gasp. The otherwise comatose body stirs. He's bone pale, and in a good deal of pain, but he's alive. This time. And he's in an unfamiliar pod.]
[He lifts a shaking hand, studying it. The other, badly damaged arm doesn't move. He speaks, mostly to himself, in a hoarse, tired voice.]
Still not Hell, I see...[Hakkai clears his
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