"I'd like that, thank you." The damn thing itched like crazy, it was nothing else but willpower that stopped him scratching it until it was torn off his face. At least that was one thing he had left, his nearly unshakable willpower. Though maybe it was just the gradual detachment he had faced over the years. He hadn't cared whether or not a man, woman or even a child died, so long as it didn't interfere with his own survival.<br/>He'd cannibalized, perhaps a deed that would go unforgiven and land him far below in the afterlife, to sail the river Styx for the rest of his death.<br/>He'd probably see everybody else there.