"He's still alive, isn't he, my Orpheus?" asks Eurydice, lying on a fur throw on a wide bed that isn't hers, never was, and never will be: the boss is simply lonely, and she is simply a means to fill his time, and she's been down here too long to resent him for it anymore.

The boss scans his eyes heavenward, or as close as one gets in hell; he stares for a long moment, long enough she hates him, and then turns towards her.

"Seems so," he says quiet, and gives her no more, and she tries not to resent him for that either.