[ That managed to make him chuckle now. Even like this, he's sure Lyra would never change. ]
„Pfff, yeah. I really am an idiot for not being more careful, if you think about it.
At least this is just temporary.
Just fear coming back will be awkward.”
"It's not, if they're ever ready, they'll tell you about it ."
He wouldn't go behind their back. Ever.
"If they could, they'd tell you you have nothing to apologize for face to face, and probably call you an idiot."
„It's not?”
[ Oddly enough, Jon seemed surprised at that. Guess there's still much to learn about their loved ones ]
„Well . . . Then I hope they know that I'm sorry for my death being such a brutal one.
I don't know what's left of me, still — I don't want to know, honestly.”
"They would, because you're friends. They respect the dead. You included, and while your death is different it's a death nonetheless. And while it's not my place to go into details, it's not the first time they've lost a friend, doesn't mean they're numb to it, of course."
„I do know that, yeah.
Wouldn't be surprised if Lyra, just . . . Doesn't want to work on me.
I mean, imagine having to come to work and you see your best friend lying on the table — at least I hope we're best friends.
. . . Fuck, I really am starting to miss them.”
"I'll talk to them as soon as I figure out to."
What a situation...
"That's not something I can confirm or deny, but Lyra is one. I'm sure you know that."
„Mmh, I thought so . . .”
[ A pause, blowing some of that cigarette smoke away before taking another huff. To the void it goes, just like himself. ]
„I do wonder if /any/ mortician here even wants to take care of my body. Nobody wants to handle a serial killer, I think.”
„Ah.”
[ No hesitation to flick the rest of ash from his cigarette before placing it back to where his lips would be. ]
„And? Anything new regarding my body?”
„ . . .
Tell 'em not to blame themselves.
Message for all of them, really.
Especially Travis, if you manage to find him. I bet he ran off — I hope he's okay.”
„ . . . That's good to know.
I /really/ hope she isn't taking this as hard as I fear she is.
She's my world — don't even want to think of her in any pain.
. . .
You can leave, I'll try and see if I can smoke here. Seeya.”