[There's something odd about seeing Blake look at him like that. In a way, it's a little uncomfortable, and just for a second, Yusuke finds himself tempted to look away. But he doesn't. Somehow, assuaging his own discomfort doesn't seem important right now.]

Shit, I dunno, old man. Why're any of us here? If I had any clue who or what was responsible for us bein' in this place, I'd probably sleep easier at night. That, or I'd be trying to figure out whose ass I had to kick in order to send us all back home.

[... he says, ever-so-casually. He is an excellent problem solver. His expression sobers.]

I can tell you what I do know, though.

This place isn't Hell.

For one thing, I know too many people here who've never done anything bad enough to get 'em sent to Hell over...

[Like the twelve-year-old boy sleeping in the room next to his, for example. He doesn't know Shaun's entire life story or anything, but he doesn't have to in order to know that he's a good kid. He'd knock out anyone who tried to say otherwise.]

For another thing? You kinda have to die to get sent to Hell in the first place. I dunno about you, old man, but last I checked, I wasn't dead.