George: "Oh... I...," George bit his lip. "I guess I didn't realize... Whatever. Let's get Red outta here, grab Noah and Owen, and get out of here."

Ariv: "Is something wrong?" Ariv asked as he glanced to Alastor and saw him starring. "You are giving me a funny look."

Lucas: he pulled out the key and walked back over to Red taking the chains off of him. Red only rubbed his wrists which now had exposed flesh. "Thanks, it only took you two weeks." He shook his head pushing past both of them quite aggressively.

George: George stumbled back a step or two, but seemed unfazed really. "Two weeks? That doesn't make sense...," George mumbled. "Does time work differently here or something?"

Ariv: Ariv followed after Alastor, still holding the paper if Alastor needed it.

Red: he rolled his eyes taking a bottle of water that was on a table and pouring it over his wrists. It didn't even seem to hurt him. "Only in this damn room" He grumbled shaking his head.

George: George mumbled under his breath for a long moment, as he began to walk around the room to look for anything that might cause the time to slow here.

Ariv: "Would you like the pen and paper to write what you want to say?" Ariv asked softly, offering them both.

Lucas: the two chuckled as they watched George. As if it wasn't obvious. "Honey, the door that leads here is kinda like ..." he paused. "A rip, father wanted to be able to torture people for longer periods of time and still be able to get his work done."

George: "Yeah but-" George huffed, ruffling his hair before turning on the dime to face the two. "How?? I know Sheol is a main but that just doesn't automatically give him the ability to do something like this! The headmaster could or Alastor or or... I could but Sheol? It doesn't make sense! There's not even any signs of... Or even..." His words just sputtered into mumbling.

Ariv: "Is there anything you'd like me to do then?" Ariv asked with a smile, simply putting the paper and pen in his pocket.

Chris but separated: the two of them laughed at George's confusion. "I think maybe Damain should talk with him, don'tyou think" Red nodded ruffling Lucas' hair as a brother would. He then went back to cleaning the many cuts on his body.

George: George glared at the two with a huff. "Y'all are impossible," George grumbled as he continued to look around the room.

Ariv: "Is something wrong?" Ariv asked as he followed Alastor, surprised at how fast Alastor left him.