"I think it's bullshit. I don't even know where any of this began, or what made them doubt the normalcy of the death. It was a heart attack, Paul, I mean... how much more normal can it get. It just pisses me off. I don't care about like, his dead body being poked and prodded, I guess. A second ago I thought I might, but then I remembered that this whole body thing is temporary anyway."
In all honesty, he wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. If he objected to it, that would seem suspicious. If he did not that as well, in turn, would seem suspicious. He was backed into a corner and by all angles it became too confusing for him to want to defend either stance or thought on the situation.
"I don't have enough information yet, really, but I had to tell someone about it, is all."