"'S not that complicated a story," Dave says with a shrug, and wow doesn't that sound familiar? He feels like he's said almost that exact same thing to someone else recently. Weird. "Suicide mission ended in deafh, shockingly enough. We were just lucky enough to die in the right way so we could roll back onto the scene like guess who's back and godtier?"

He certainly doesn't look very godly, even with that knowledge out their to alter one's perception. He's still a lanky, pale teenager with shitty posture and some very comfy-looking but definitely undignified-looking pajamas. And the shades, of course, those don't really do much for the godly image.

"But nah, you're right," he says, nodding absently. "Rules like that are probably a universal constant. For us it pretty much boiled down to immortal unless the death is heroic or just but for the fishwitch it was more immortal unless you use a certain kind of weapon and hell if I know how some of our friends dealt with the immortal green skullmonster. Now that I think about it, there was a whole lotta immortality going around back home. More common than the cold after a while, I think I knew less mortal people than immortal ones by the end there. Granted, most of the mortal ones died so I guess we should have seen an outcome like that coming..."