[So that's what it is. Lobelia had asked himself the same question upon arriving here, having expected brimstone and damnation over rainbows and flowering meadows. This is not what he deserves, but he's selfish enough to accept it as his just rewards anyway. Vergilius, on the other hand...]
...Where should you be, then? Someplace cold and dark? Your being here means you were meant to be hereβ aussi simple que cela.
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...Where should you be, then? Someplace cold and dark? Your being here means you were meant to be hereβ aussi simple que cela.