Wrong. The reason it doesn't concern me is that I know it will never stick.

[ Which still doesn't clarify where, exactly, Lucius has died so many times. He rocks back on his heel, chin tilted up almost as if in challenge. ]

Even so, I make sure that every time counts. [ There was the occasional landmine or freak accident, sure, but those are outliers, and besides the point. ] On the other hand, I suppose you intend to quietly accept your death, whatever the form it comes for you in?