"S'good, yeah," he agreed, then his brow furrowed heavily at the news. "He died?" That was less surprising to him than he figured it should have been. "That sucks. In some forms of reality, a couple versions of me got promoted because his superior died due to an attack at a release party at Mordhaus. The reports say," he said as he popped a tater tot into his mouth, "that's where and when I get promoted to CoS. I uh. I really don't want that for myself. I don't even know if I want to work for 'em my whole life." He actually felt weird confessing that to another legacy son of the band. He shook his head and changed tracks, "#9055? Sorry, I haven't met anyone upward of the late eight-thousands. I'm #8352, and the highest number I've ever met is #8730."