[Speaking of hell, where the hell did that voice come from? Dist jumps and winces at both the pain in his chest and his back as his wings ruffle. Damn, that hurt! He looks around, not spotting the journal just yet. His voice is wary and withdrawn as he replies. Dist's not exactly keen on voices either watching him or in his head.]
Perhaps, perhaps not... It is no business of some unnamed voice whether I have sinned. [And he'll quickly cut to the chase, still looking around, narrowing his eyes.] Who and where are you?
Voice
Perhaps, perhaps not... It is no business of some unnamed voice whether I have sinned. [And he'll quickly cut to the chase, still looking around, narrowing his eyes.] Who and where are you?