[Oh, he knows. In the past seven months he's been here, he's seen friends die and he himself has died. It's far too much personal experience with the matter, in his opinion. His shoulders hunch and one of his hands ends up tangling its fingers into the hem of his shirt.]

That's not... That's not right though, is it? Folks just up and dying, treating it like it's just another shitty thing that happens here? 'Cause the more you die, the worse off you'll be, I hear. You'll start losing all the memories of the life you had before you came here, bit by bit.