He considers all that for a moment, waiting for another pass of the bottle. They're going to get wasted if they aren't careful. This stuff is far too goo for the bottle it came in.

Though the bottle is quite good.

"Death in a place you can't stay dead. Seems hollow if you ask me. It's the end of the road for a reason."

And if you remove that, then what honor or structure means anything?

Death is the one thing that men can not escape forever. It is coming, relentlessly, for every single soul. To remove that fear is to remove the boundaries of reality. Just his two cents, anyway.