[Molly almost- almost- asked if that was what hell was- being forced to find the one thing that made you who you were and being forced to ruin it over and over again. Hell was real and maybe people went there when they died, and the less he knew the better. No one really knew where the Raven Queen ferried people in the end.

Asking wouldn't benefit her or himself. So he didn't bother. Instead, he went for optimism.] Look at this way. In some small way, you're spiting whoever or whatever was part of that place that made you do that. It didn't change you.