[ They know what's coming, they have to.

But he sighs anyway, soft and melancholic. Tired, even. He's so... so tired, of all of the death of his own death. ]

I presume that was your best chance at returning to the land of the living, so... I am not angry with the result or the deal that you all have made.

[ He couldn't be. ]

'Tis exhausting nevertheless, to know of the long road of loss ahead.