[ A surprised snort of sheer amusement leaves him at that. Senile. It's just very funny thinking about Armand's eternally seventeen-year-old self and thinking of calling him senile. He'd hate that, it might even crack that porcelain face like Daniel has only seen a handful of times. God he needs to write that one down, remember it for later.

He goes to do that, thinks about answering but then-- but then Kisame says that, and even if he seems relatively okay about it, Daniel's smile turns into a more sombre look. ]

Sorry, man. Losing people sucks. I guess you had a pretty dangerous job, the two of you, huh?

[ He looks down, puts a plus one next to Kisame's name. Writes down the word senile!!! ]

... By end, do you mean-- [ A pause, because this sounds very dumb to conceptualise. ] Your death, right? Did you.. feel yourself die? Before you came here?