[Joel takes another sip of his drink, a longer one. Yeah, okay. He has no idea what she's talking about. All he knows is she's a Grim Reaper and she believes in gods and gods are real in her world, and--
Yeah, this kind of thing does only one of two things: goes right over his head or makes him annoyed. In this particular case, because he's literally too tired, it just goes over his head.]
Alright, then.
[Another sip of his drink. He sets it back down on the table, taps the side of the glass with his forefinger as he studies Kara.]
Well, I sure wouldn't wanna live that long. Almost fifty years has been damn long enough.
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Yeah, this kind of thing does only one of two things: goes right over his head or makes him annoyed. In this particular case, because he's literally too tired, it just goes over his head.]
Alright, then.
[Another sip of his drink. He sets it back down on the table, taps the side of the glass with his forefinger as he studies Kara.]
Well, I sure wouldn't wanna live that long. Almost fifty years has been damn long enough.