Like a bet with the Death

" - His soul has been in there for a year and I understand it's...damaged. Is there anyway you can... hack the Hell part of ?

- What do you think the soul is ? Some pie you can slice ? The soul can be bludgeoned, tortured, but never broken, not even by me, the Death..."

- Well, it gotta be something !

-Maybe. I can't erase the part of hell, but I can...put it behind a wall...if you will... .

- A wall ?

- In his mind. A dam to hold back the tide. Nasty those memories. You don't wanna know what they'll do to him. Believe me.

- Ok, uh...a wall. Sounds good.

- But it's not permanent, nothing lasts forever, Death says. And then for himself: well, I do,but...

So, I'll do it if you win the wager: I want you to be me for one day."