[He sniffs and takes another drag on his cigarette, watching Kieren struggle to find words as he lets the smoke trickle out of his mouth and nose. He ends up rolling the thread of the conversation back a little, to that not-question, his reply coming after a pause that feels just a few beats too long to be comfortable.]
Ain't like you're the first dead fucker I ever saw, just the first one still up an' walkin' around.
[Someone else would probably ask how he came back. Snafu asks a different question instead.]
spam;
Ain't like you're the first dead fucker I ever saw, just the first one still up an' walkin' around.
[Someone else would probably ask how he came back. Snafu asks a different question instead.]
How'd you die?