"It does," Tuck said, finally taking a bite of his own sandwich. "I always expect it to suck less because we come back but it just- It doesn't." None of them knew how or when they would come back, and what state they would be in when they did. It was still painful as fuck. Dying was awful, and from the small details Much had let slip, it sounded like his death and been far more brutal than Tuck's. "I still feel...like part of me is gone. Isn't coming back."