"This isn't even my first time, here," Stone grumps. "First time, I was trying to fly out over the lake to follow the ferry. I didn't even see what hit me." He snorts, getting a better grip on his flower-like lantern. "This was better. Going out fighting is always going to be better. Though I recovered a lot faster last time, too."

A thought hits him and he looks dismayed. "Oh damn. After your first death, sometimes things get broken if you do it again. What if I'm going to feel like shit forever now?"