[Coda drinks down that complicated mix of emotions, deriving a feast of glamour from what Gil is feeling, before they manage the a horrible, cold smile.]
I'm glad to hear you won't do that again. Death hurts, even if it's not permanent. Coming back isn't a nice feeling, either.
Weird question: before you came here, were you content in your life?
Uh. [The question is so left field that he just gapes for a second.] I... guess? Um. Like, five of my best friends have just started acting super weird recently, but that's not. Really relevant...?
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I'm glad to hear you won't do that again. Death hurts, even if it's not permanent. Coming back isn't a nice feeling, either.
Weird question: before you came here, were you content in your life?
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I don't know if you'll remember anything, in your timeline, but hold onto that feeling. If things are weird, they're weird.
In the meantime, while you're here, make of this place what you can.
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[All of those intense emotions have lessened slightly, with Coda's harvest, but he still feels bad overall.]
You...seem like a really good person, Coda. You, um...
[He glances away uncertainly; there's an internal debate going, evidently, but it resolves itself shortly.]
Nevermind. Thanks. And-- sorry, again.
[He's just gonna leave now before he somehow makes things worse. He's aware of how lightly he's getting off, all things considered.]