Well there's tha-[He'd intended a long ramble about the subject. He really had. But what came out instead was the worse shit he had ever heard come out of him.

Some things were meant to be locked away.] I pitched my own corpses into lava pits or where ever so no one would see them. You know not every katana is shitty, I couldn't break Bro's to get it out of his chest.

Also there was piss in that apple juice. [He paused, rubbing at his jaw.] Ok. Future reference. There was no piss in my apple juice. And all of that shit is fake.

[And like that he felt colder. Like someone dumped snow on him. Dave suppresses a shiver.]