Hell is, for the most part, what Olimar expected. It’s horribly jarring to see all of this depravity in person, yes, but he’d have to be rather stupid to be surprised to see sinners sin— and while he may be naive, the angel likes to think that he’s far from stupid.
It’s not the foul language or violence or lewdness that shock him, then, but rather the fact that there’s someone down here who doesn’t engage in that sort of thing. Vincent has been perfectly polite (at least in front of Olimar), with only the occasional slip into vulgarity. But who can blame him for that when he’s surrounded by it day in and day out? Olimar’s certain that if he were to be brought up to Heaven, all of that filth would wash away in no time! Despite Vincent having somehow become quite powerful here, Olimar knows in his heart that the poor man doesn’t belong in a place like this.
“Come with me,” he blurts out, his thoughts spilling forth without conscious choice. “When we find a path back to Heaven, you should come with me.”
Now that he’s said it out loud, he rushes to explain himself before Vox can laugh him out of the room.
“I’m certain it’s all just one big misunderstanding, you being here! You’ve been so kind to me all this time… whatever you’ve done… surely it’s nothing compared to the goodness you’re doing now.”
@videodoomed !
