[ he. should that not be a husband? but asura keeps the thought to himself. it's none of his business what lovers wish to call each other. there is so little joy to be found in this existence, who is he to comment on what others have carved out for themselves? he focuses instead on the topic, now leaning in with elbows propped on the table's edge to study chonghua's face. ]

Oh? If Hell could not contain him, I can think of few other words. It's not a condemnation. Down in the Abyss, they took me as their king.

[ asura's eyes catch the light just right as he fixes chonghua with his gaze, their depths glinting red. ]

I should like to meet anyone that even Hell cannot hold back.