"Well," and Daniel is laughing again, incredulous and something like relief, "I'm pretty sure that's what he thought, too. But I guess some loudmouth old human who he should have killed fifty years ago hasn't ruined his life before."

A collection of pronouns instead of a name. Armand would find that funny, he thinks. Haunting them so clearly.

"Me too, really. I was very confident he was just regular killing me. So you can imagine how weird waking up was. But fortunately I had these fucking nerds around and I got a safe ride out of town without torching myself by accident. Ready for all my opinions about how over-dramatic you've made certain aspects seem?"

Hey, look, he's got insensitive jokes still. Just going to steamroll right past all the potential trauma, yep.