His face colors at the suggestion, but he nods. Getting out of the snow takes priority to pride. He doesn't have a whole lot of that anyway. He reaches up. Piggy-back time, he guesses.

All the while, he takes a slow breath before he speaks again. That place... He didn't like to tell people those they knew were suffering. He didn't want people to think that Hell could find them too. But here he is, breaking his rules.

"She didn't belong there," He says right away. "She was one those who... n-never fit. If you ask me. But I guess, cause of war, she had enough sins. That's how Hell got a lot of good people who didn't belong there. Still. She was one of the good ones."

He never counted himself in that category. Sure, he didn't see himself as one of the bad ones, but the good ones? The heroes? That wasn't him.