You're a literal animated skeleton, how can you not believe in an afterlife. I thought you guys had like, hills where your dead go.

[ Y'know like, the Irish. Those guys. Still, there's a harshness to his phrasing that twists a knot in her gut. Understandable, considering what she's heard of the trial, but it's still... disappointing? That's probably the word for it. Someone needs to be the one with any faith in humanity, and it's not Darcy. ]

He could hand it off to someone who does, anyway. And I've been doing my best but he still doesn't give half a shit about me. Same as it's always been. He only cares about you and you know it.