The prime soul was looking at the ocean as the waves crashes onto the sand beneath him, he looked very peaceful at this moment. The winds were a breeze.

"Ah, the humour of freedom, t's so lively and peaceful, not liketh the treatment of hell. " He sighed.

"Wouldst thee concur with me, mine own loveth?" He turned to look at you, the hole in his face seeming to be dripping slightly.