[ Daniel jots down 'rebel' and 'fighting for change' before considering the weight of Kisame's words. It would be nice to have control over your death if you had the choice, right? Daniel thinks of his own 'death', the one he asks for almost every day in exchange for an immortal life, the request that always goes denied. Maybe he'll try that one on Armand next time: let me have some control over the way I go.

He glances at him when guided to. No amount of horror movies nor seeing dead bodies after Armand had fed could have prepared him for it. The scars are gnarly, sharp and jagged, and definitely fatal.

He stares for a moment longer, then writes afterlife? in big letters on the page. He taps the word a few times with his pen. ]

Maybe this is... this place, maybe it's a second chance for people who've died?.. I don't feel like I died, but.. anything could've happened.