To sleep at night, Nicholas has had to come to some kind of sense of peace with the idea that this is his fate. He has no soul. He's never had it, so its never been something that was stolen, or that he had and lost. It was always just this grim reality and feeling of emptiness, ever since he found out something of where he got his scars. So the drive through hell, frantic as it is, doesn't have the same sense of being alien as it might to most. He's not looking forward to the depths of hell and all, nothing like it, but he's accepted it, and it gives him something of a grim focus, driving for the pits.
His chains whip about, clearing a path for them, until they come to the illusion.
"I'm not surprised. I'll follow your lead."
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