Or perhaps I will fall asleep, slip beneath them, and drown. It would be a peaceful death, and I think I would prefer water to fire, but only only experience will serve to tell if I will be sent back to my grave on this day or not.

[ He does smile despite his grim words, as he so often does, and gently pats Jehan on the cheek. He is vaguely aware of not wanting to upset him this time, though, so he’s quick to add: ]

I’m more likely to wake up before that can happen, surely.