[It's genuinely so interesting to him to meet anyone who just hasn't believed in Hell up to this point; he's certainly not offended, but perhaps that's just because the very concept of the Seven Rings being seen as a mere story is so ludicrous to him. It's not even an afterlife for him, it's his whole life, and pathetic little creatures like Hellborn don't get an afterlife when they die. That is nothingness.

A flicker of empathy crosses Fizz's face when Regis shares about his near death experience-- no details, but he understands that. He knows that sometimes even speaking the bare minimum of it into existence can bring back the pain of it, and anything further gets caught in an unwilling throat.]

I'm glad you survived.

[The words are soft, but genuine.

He doesn't say I'm sorry. He's learned to hate that phrase himself, everyone was always so fucking sorry for what he lost, but no apologies could ever bring shit back. And worse, it always drove home there was something to be sorry for, that he was broken now.

Everyone was always sorry, nobody was ever glad that despite it all he lived.]

Not sure whether a vampire would end up in Heaven or Hell, but either way I'm glad you fought through it and you're here for me to have met you. I'd have been a lot more fucked without your kindness-- I can tell that already, and I haven't even been here a day.

[His smile gets a bit wider.]

But if you ever do end up in Hell, I'll be sure to visit Pride and say hi.