“It’s not even the first time this decade that Sloth has murdered me,” Patience said with a long-suffering sigh. “Last time I was clubbed.” He looked up at Armaan. Probably best not to mention the whole having to claw his way out of a muddy, shallow grave just now. “I will be alright. I try not to make death a habit, and I usually don’t have to endure it often. It’s just… them.” He flicked a hand dismissively. “I prayed to Michael. I believe he will deal with it. Did he message me? Oh, where’s my phone?” He suddenly realised he didn’t know where it was, and he should probably check his work messages. But- maybe after this conversation.