*Wesley comes back to consciousness with the painful realization that dying in Hell doesn't remain permanent. Nor does it set you back to your fitting torment though, and that, at least, is a blessing of sorts. He manages to lift his head and roll his eyes up the cliff face. Oh, yes, he fell...
He slides his right arm around to gather it beneath himself as he contemplates what happened. He knows it wasn't a voluntary plummet, so what the hell was it? Before he can think too long about it, though, his arm gives out and he collapses back down to the ground. So.
He turns his head to look out at Level 4. Mountains. More climbing. More falling. He lets his head fall once more, and moans.*
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He slides his right arm around to gather it beneath himself as he contemplates what happened. He knows it wasn't a voluntary plummet, so what the hell was it? Before he can think too long about it, though, his arm gives out and he collapses back down to the ground. So.
He turns his head to look out at Level 4. Mountains. More climbing. More falling. He lets his head fall once more, and moans.*
Bugger all.