"It's really not, is it?" He lamented quietly. "It was quick when it happened to me. In a way I suppose I should consider that a mercy."

He crossed his arms then, looking a bit more unsure of himself than he normally did. "That was back before I knew they'd bring me back, however."

It wasn't that he was telling Philip because he was fishing for sympathy, but more because he hadn't found anyone else he could relate to on the subject. Most people that he had known from then were gone, meaning that many inmates didn't even know he had died. Not even Clara.