Hans Larsson

"You did die."

Bjorn just repeated the words over again just trying to understand what this man was going through or trying to. But could he really? No. He hadn't died himself so had no idea what Rekker had been through. Fuck. How dark was his past? Much worse than Bjorn's and he had trauma and shit he didn't want to think about too. But dying? That was game over.

"Yeah, it is. A big blue ball of shit sometimes when it wants to be."

The Swede didn't know what else to say so just watched Rekker from where he was sat on the floor of the elevator, putting his head on his elbows which were now propped up on his knees. The high still in effect but he didn't even know what to say. The man wanted to die. Maybe he couldn't die because the world wanted him to live? There was some purpose in his life that was worth living for? At least Bjorn was thinking along those lines.

"The world doesn't want to let you go, babe. You're too good to die, Gingerlocks."