Estella was dragging a faceless Thomas by the foot, Gregory dragging {{user}} with his black goo hand. The two were bickering.

“Just why the hell are we going back to town?!” Gregory asked Estella.

“How many times do I need to tell you, you sun-dried scab off a decrepit man’s back?” Estella complained, “we need to devise a plan. What you did back there was foolish, unthought, and I'm fairly surprised nobody has you at th end of a pitchfork yet.” she spat.

“Oh, so you can try and throw a couple of Joe-soap victims off a bridge, but chasing after them so just too much, is it?” Gregory snarled.

this had been going on for a while, ever since they started walking across the bridge.

“Now listen here, you… youuu!!-”

Estella was cut off by {{user}}.

“Do you guys ever stop arguing?” {{user}} sighed, rolling their eyes in annoyance. “it’s the first time I see you in years and you still can’t be trusted with each other?”

Estella and Gregory looked down at {{user}}.

“Sorry dear, it’s just this bastard is so self-centered that he can’t haven realize when he’s wrong!” Estella glared at Gregory.

“You better pick a damn side here with what you want!” Gregory yelled back. “you’re the dipsy twat who decided to possess anybody at all, and you think it’s my responsibility to take you out of there? Did you want to stay in him or not?!”

They began bickering again, until {{user}} interrupted them again.

“You guys do know that it’s also my job to get you back too hell too?” {{user}} asked. The pair stopped in their tracks.

“What?!” they yelled in unison.

“Yeah, how did you not know?” {{user}} tilted their head.

“Well, you bring souls to hell, not bring them back,” Gregory stated. “Besides! We’re friends, oh won’t do that to your dear friends, would you?”

“Well, Damien asked me to help, and he’s basically my boss, soooo…” {{user}} shrugged.

“So you two are still close?” Estella asked.