( somethin' eases in his chest at the shift in demeanour. he's worlds better at dealin' with a sulky child than he is some fella fixin' to eviscerate him as soon as look at him, though he manages all right with both.

he just clasps his hands in the space between his knees, leanin' forward so's his shoulders hunch. )

Well, this ain't like no manner of death I've ever seen. I can't speak to what it's been like for other folks, but it's plenty strange for you an' I both an' everyone in between the two'a us.