Well, at least Jean-Paul had been right and at least one of his friends wasn't going to freak too much. For now he tried to stay calm.

"I'm not sure. Fuck man, I've died four times, and had two other near misses, and it's just fucking with me. There was a time I was okay, though. I miss those days. I miss when it was all simpler and..."

Fuck, he missed Damian.

"I just miss when things weren't a mess."