If I were to die, it would be an unfortunate accident or my own fault. Or some mixture of those two. [He shakes his head dismissively.]

So there would be nothing to avenge. Simply move on and greet me when I return.

[It's all so nonchalant, but the idea of dying brings about a number of emotions. If was best to concentrate on the conversation at hand and not think about how there were in fact positive feelings tangled in there.]