[Past the patch of grass is a whole lot more grass, cut through by a worn-out, dead-end street, at the end of which is a lone house. There are a couple of mismatched chairs on the porch, which is also covered in various odds and ends: trash, home furnishings, several boxes of plastic cutlery, two dog bowls, a yard statue of the Easter bunny, and more.]

[Cassel heads in a path that will take them directly past, but not into, the house, and looks at Beyond sideways, trying to determine how to respond to this. It's a really fucking creepy statement, but then, Beyond is a really fucking creepy dude, so he doesn't know why he's surprised.]

[After a moment's pause:] I guess so. Harakiri's where you gut yourself with a knife, right? It was pretty much like that, only slower, I think.

I've died other times, too. The first time I died, I was shot in the back of the head. The second time, I was crucified with a pair of scissors.

[Is that what you wanted to hear?]