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Algie doesn't scream, though he rightfully should, but outward expression - even pain - had always been a bit of a struggle. The sound gets caught in his throat, too much to handle, a strangled sort of noise as his body peels away around him.

There's not time to think of anything besides how much it hurts until there's no thinking at all because there's only shock and no feeling at all.. and then nothing truly left to feel with anyhow.

Perhaps he should have seen his life flash before his eyes, or something ridiculous like his life's greatest wish there waiting for him. Unfortunately his death was nothing but pain and disgusting noises.

If there was a last thought, it was surely that Jeremiah burn the whole son of a b***h to the ground.

The sudden reality that he was not dying, that his body was not peeling and melting away around him, was almost as shocking as having it happened. It spun him, tossed him with disorientation near vertigo level.

His body was still, clinging tightly to the surface he sprawled on, breath heaving in near panic when it all sunk in and Algie pushed himself slowly up on his arms.

Nonchalant commentary was absolutely infuriating on top of everything. His glasses were slipped down his nose, green eyes boring into the red head as he rose shakily to his feet.

"If the invitation... is there.." He breathed shakily, angrily, "I'm sure I could muster ... something.."

Algie pushed his glasses up his nose, hand trembling, "Where am I?"

Algie frowned harder. One of the few men who could frown at peaceful nonsense. He was also the type to not do a thing rather than blatantly fail at a thing, "I'll pass."

"What happened to me?" He'd been in the garden maze, dying, and now-

"I'm fairly sure it's not heaven because you aren't exactly my brand of eternity." And he didn't believe in any of that anyway.

"So it's hell then?" Being sassed by a strange woman. It had to be hell.

Algie stared, waiting for anything, but it seemed he was going to have to try if he wanted to move past the stalemate. "Fine-"

He poorly attempted to duplicate the strange word.