[ His voice turns thoughtful, maybe a little too solemn, but by no means upset. Death, while hardly welcome, is a laughing matter in comparison to so many other things. Death is what Red chose gladly instead of the path Philip insisted on taking. But those gloomy thoughts are for another day. ]

I... thought about that and I- I can't really-- [ Let's rephrase: ] I think it's not death we're worried about. It's how we die, perhaps when and- and what happens then... if anything happens at all.

[ A pause. ] But here? It's hardly more than an injury gone bad, sometimes it's probably worse to be left alive.

[ Annnd he probably could have gone without that last part, but oh well. Something else springs to mind: ]

I'm- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dismiss your-- You're right, it's probably not something to look forward to, regardless.