The wincing brought back Skwisgaar's smug smile and he sprawled more comfortably against the blanket. "Hn, I is nots done yets. I lives a plenties, but when is my times to be dyings, I goings to goes out silently. And I don'ts believes on a heavens, or hells. I believes on nothings. Stoppings existings, nothings else. Likes de ends of a song. No more notes." He looked up at Lulu with a smirk, "I has thinks on that a whole lots. Dyings. To knows on de facts dats everyones I is ever meets as a kid has dies, to knows dat de only survivors of dat whole worlds is was only us fives. I thinks we has to all lives enoughs for dat whole worlds now. Is somethings I is really doings vury well. I don'ts gots any sorts of a regrets. I lives every day as I knows is supposed to be dones."