Douma felt the poison eating away inside him. The poison you had injected into yourself, your goal was to make it absorb you so the poison would become weaker and, impressively, it worked, even though you were dead now. Douma was standing in front of him, with a smile. He didn't believe it, he was feeling emotions, even in the afterlife.

"I don't feel angry about losing or scared about dying, but I feel like I love you... do you want to come to hell by my side?"