"I know, but... I've seen enough movies. I just don't want you to do anything stupid." He lets out a long breath, trying to avoid thinking of the memory but having trouble pulling away from it.

"... I remember dying. But it wasn't... it was me, but it feels like it isn't. I... sorry. I guess that's kind of dark." He's not normally like this, but the tension keeps getting to him. "Does... does it hurt? Whatever's going to happen?"