"It's-" He stops the sentence in its tracks, biting his lip. "There's been a lot of them lately," he eventually says, quietly. "And I understand why, everyone gets so closely connected here. Even I've found a few people. Some graduations tip others over the edge, tug on those entangled strings of fate to pull others onto the opposite side."

But he'd essentially cut ties with several of the people he'd been talking to, and he's too damn stubborn to get dragged. He has to find his own way. "The longer I'm here without managing it, the higher chance the Admiral loses me," he mutters. "And I'll be dead again. There's no afterlife in my world- if there was, it surely would've come for Hannibal Lecter already. I can't come back and find you if I'm...non-existent." Anything else- anything- he is confident he can handle. But he hasn't been able to plan around that.