[Although there's very little humorous about their present circumstances except in the most cynical of ironies, today it doesn't feel like he's digging bloody gouges in his soul to make a jest and have it answered. It'd be a different story if they were talking about his memorial for a fallen warrior, which he hasn't bothered to go near, but he can't deny a certain curiosity toward how others have chosen to respond to mortality rubbed in their faces.
no subject
He quirks a brow.]
Is that for them or for you?