[Somehow he keeps forgetting who he's talking to. Maybe because back home there was usually the barrier of Sytry there, or because Gilles was more interested in picking on Dantalion. And speaking of him...]

We both know that's useful and besides, I hardly need his help, no matter how stuck I am right now.

[He can move just fine and makes an attempt now, though he only lifts his foot with some effort. It feels like every thing is shifting even more under his feet and it takes a moment to find stability.]

Then why not go back to your blasted Hell? Oh that's right, you can't.