[God, he was cold. He'd been so angry, so incredibly out of his mind that he had barely noticed it, like the pinch of a needle slipping under your skin. Now, he could feel it pierce him to the bone, and he shivered, grateful for Charles' coat. The song still played, but this time it was only in his head, and god he hated Edith Piaf. Swallowing hard, he lapsed into silence on the walk back in, eying the door, the hotel itself, as it loomed.
Abandon Hope, all ye who enter, he thought, and a small but savage smile twisted at his mouth. It was almost disappointing to find his faith in God lacking; but then, his religious education had stopped by the time he was nine. He was reasonably sure there wasn't even an afterlife to imagine Shaw struggling through.
But whatever came after, Erik hoped it was suffering. He'd tolerate his own, as long as Shaw felt it too.]
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Abandon Hope, all ye who enter, he thought, and a small but savage smile twisted at his mouth. It was almost disappointing to find his faith in God lacking; but then, his religious education had stopped by the time he was nine. He was reasonably sure there wasn't even an afterlife to imagine Shaw struggling through.
But whatever came after, Erik hoped it was suffering. He'd tolerate his own, as long as Shaw felt it too.]