"Strange as it sounds, you get used to it." One can get used to anything, really. He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of how much to say--not because he had anything to hide, really, just, how much did anyone outside of the House really care? "I can't...escape the Underworld. If I don't die fighting my way out, I die almost as soon as I leave the gates. The Styx always takes me back. I don't actually know how I haven't died yet here. I should have. But I feel...pretty good, actually."