[For the moment, "wherever he is" happens to be in the front-most carriage, sitting right behind the demon horseman and the nightmare stallions. He'd tried talking to the horseman, who was surprisingly talkative for a demon (he guessed that coachmen are talkative anywhere, even in Hell itself), but that grew old after an hour or so.
Now he's just staring off into the horizon, watching the blasted, literally damned landscape roll steadily by. He's a man accustomed to horrors upon horrors, but he finds himself uneasy at the sights he's seeing. Not because of himself, but because he couldn't help but wonder how his sister survived in this place. It almost makes him cringe; the only reason he doesn't is that he doesn't want to show weakness to the demon beside him, affable and helpful and probably sworn to help him though he might be.
That is how you'll find him when you come around: silent as if in contemplation, but with a mouth a little bit too tense for him to seem actually okay.]
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Now he's just staring off into the horizon, watching the blasted, literally damned landscape roll steadily by. He's a man accustomed to horrors upon horrors, but he finds himself uneasy at the sights he's seeing. Not because of himself, but because he couldn't help but wonder how his sister survived in this place. It almost makes him cringe; the only reason he doesn't is that he doesn't want to show weakness to the demon beside him, affable and helpful and probably sworn to help him though he might be.
That is how you'll find him when you come around: silent as if in contemplation, but with a mouth a little bit too tense for him to seem actually okay.]