[He says rubbing his face, a face that has a sly grin on it. There's no way he's letting her have the last word in. He waits until she's turned around and leaving before saying-]
Hell isn't hard to find, after all.
[Implying she's the devil? Maybe. When she turns around though, Bishop is nowhere to be seen, and where he was last standing is a long tan and dark brown tiger stripped feather.]
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[He says rubbing his face, a face that has a sly grin on it. There's no way he's letting her have the last word in. He waits until she's turned around and leaving before saying-]
Hell isn't hard to find, after all.
[Implying she's the devil? Maybe. When she turns around though, Bishop is nowhere to be seen, and where he was last standing is a long tan and dark brown tiger stripped feather.]