Because that really makes a difference? Whether it kills me or not? Because I'll just come back. Because not talking about it isn't heroic or just. it's just fucking cowardly. Even if I do die, I just wake up back in my bed good as new. It doesn't matter. It's not like I'm really good at staying alive anyways. Did you know this is only the third or so death that's counted. Let's not forget the countless time loops I've fucked up while in this Tower or all the times someone has killed me off because they fucking lost it somehow. [He shouldn't really throwing so much vitriol at John. John just wanted to help, but now that he's started, he can't really stop himself from continuing.]

I'm sorry. There wasn't anyway around all of out guardians kicking the bucket. And at least he isn't here. Here, where my stupid self got my Bro killed again. Because he needs to know what it feels like dying here. He didn't even know he's going to die. They thought it would be cute to pull him before shit hit the fan in our session.

Is this what you want to hear, John? I've been here since Valentine's Day. I died twice on my first day here because of some fucked up circumstances. Whether I talk about how the Tower has wronged me or not isn't going to somehow save me from dying.