“i /have/ technically died,” he placed his hands behind his head, smirking. “the ode of resurrection just brought me back. and it’ll do so countless more times,” he grinned. “although, i hope it doesn’t have to. i haven’t died in awhile, so fingers crossed.” he mocked. “oh, whatever. even if you hate me, you /are/ stuck with me.” he shrugged plainly. “can’t do anything about it yet.”