Miles took another sip of his drink. "I mean, we don't know any other way to be. It's not like anyone where I'm from is immortal." Pause. "Probably." With the kind of shit Murkoff had been pulling, and probably still was, he had no goddamned idea.

"So we just live and do the best we can. Or the worst," he finished darkly. Murkoff really were bastards, and there was no shortage of genuinely awful people in the world. "We try not to die, and we spend the rest of our time just living." He paused. "I don't know if that makes sense."