Kuzzaz, too, was at a loss for words. He looked down at her wounded soul and clucked his tongue. "You will have to live with those bullets and burns on your body for the rest of eternity. Aren't you scared?"
Anna looked down at herself and noticed that she did have all the wounds and more of those that had healed in the past on her body. "They don't hurt, though," she said.
"That is because I am sheltering you from the real pain."
Much like Ladislas had protected her from the heat of hell the last time she had been there.
"Thank you," she said calmly. "If I can't escape the pain, I will just accept it as it comes," she answered his question.
"Ah, you are a strong one. Most people beg to be let back to life at this point. Why aren't you doing so?" he questioned. "Do you think Ladislas will come and bring you out?"
