[It's a question, surprisingly, that nobody's really asked him before - at least not in a long time. You think it'd go hand in hand with him so willingly putting it out there that he keeps living new lives that someone would eventually ask how the old ones ended. Death by misadventure, accident, sickness - murder... the list is plentiful and varied but something always stayed the same.
He's quiet for a stiff moment, before his voice is evenly soft:]
I do. Several, if not all.
[The ones before his memory kicked in were more of a blur now, with the exception of the first. He'll always remember the first.]
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He's quiet for a stiff moment, before his voice is evenly soft:]
I do. Several, if not all.
[The ones before his memory kicked in were more of a blur now, with the exception of the first. He'll always remember the first.]
... Do you think you died?