[ hong lu smiles. he carefully takes yi sang's hand in his. the other sinner's hand is warm, perhaps a little smaller. no less callused for it. the journey through the circles of hell may not leave its mark, but their lives - those have left indelible marks.

earnestly: ]

Isn't an anchor attached to a ship? That's what it looked like on Mephistopheles. [ a familiar face acts as an anchor when one finds themselves in a curious place. ] Now, we are properly attached~