Compared to the myriad of idiotic ways we've seen people die here, you wouldn't find being stabbed in the throat with broken glass acceptable? You could be compacted into a cube of trash. You could be accidentally trampled by a horse. You could be eaten by fish. You could be mistaken for a doppelganger-creating octopus and strangled by a cursed person.
Two months is a bare drop in a river for me. Hardly enough time to readjust my expectations of something as fundamental as mortality as it functions in my own world. Do you find it a difficult adjustment?
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[dumb ways to die playing in the background]
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[i hate agreeing with him...]
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It wouldn't be mine, either. I didn't mind the way I went; I'd choose that over the execution.
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[A SIGH.]
Though the soreness will be an irritant...
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[RUPERT....... IS SO TENDERHEARTED.]
I guess it really makes no difference then, even if the dead are just five feet away screaming about peas.