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“I guess this is goodbye,” Connor murmured, leaning back against the doorframe.
Schlatt paused, stuffed a few more things into his bag, then slung it over his shoulder. “I guess it is,” he replied evenly. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?”
Connor breathed out slowly, almost in a sigh. “Nah. I have to look after Ty. I’ll see if I can get permission to come visit, though.” Connor smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. They both knew that this was permanent. Once Schlatt and Carson left Hell, there would be no coming back. No visits, nothing. It was nice to pretend, though.
“I see.” Schlatt combed a hand through his hair. “Should I get rid of the moustache before we leave?” He glanced over at himself in the mirror and scratched at the hairs clutching his upper lip.
“I think it’s fine,” Connor answered. “Looks very... human. Hopefully, you’ll keep your shapeshifting or at least get stuck with, uh,” Connor gestured to Schlatt’s current form, “that.”
Schlatt wished Connor hadn’t reminded him of the fact that leaving Hell meant abandoning some or most of his demon powers. He groaned. “Can you imagine being forced to run around as a walking carpet all the time? I’d die.”
Connor laughed and slapped him on the back. “I think Carson’s waiting for you.” Three sets of eyes latched onto Schlatt’s face and blinked at him. “I’ll see you on the other side, brother.”
“Someday,” Schlatt promised. “Someday, we’ll see each other again.”
Connor shook his head in disbelief, but he still repeated, “Someday.”