[Immediately, Ghoul's trying to kick Party off - he's not okay with being held down, not like this. Makes him panic.] It don't matter. You come back, everybody comes back, death don't matter! [But it does, it really does, and no, not everybody comes back. His breath stutters again.] Could throw myself off a building and who would care - you? Just you.

S'cheap. We come back, and s'like it never even happened. It don't got a reason, it don't even need a cause, it just happens, sometimes, you sleep and you wake up a week later in a fucking grave.

It don't matter here, it's suicide t'care, here, so I don't.