"You'd likely have to be a god to hurt a god," Romeo decided. "If it was therapeutic for you and annoyed him at all, that's something. And you made it out, even if all of your hair did not, which is more."

"I'm not planning on going to Hell until after I die," he added, then, with a slight grin: "Though it would be comfort that, from now on, if anyone tells you to go to Hell, you can say you've been."