[ There is a slightly frantic edge to Jackson's tone that Logan's not sure how to deal with, not really. He knows what it means, at least as far as general feeling goes, but he's never been good at being delicate. At being careful with his words.

He receives a few moments' respite when the waitress serves their burgers up, in little plastic baskets with the fries off to the side. Logan considers picking it up, but then supposes... well, he's never had to sugarcoat much before, so why should he start? ]

It's quiet, death. If I die in pain, I wake up in pain until I realise it's all in my head -- like something left from when I was alive -- and it goes away.

Probably not the right guy to ask for this, though. [ Now he really does pick his burger up, unwrapping it with the softest crinkling sounds. ] 'cause every time I die, it never feels like it's time for me.

[ He cocks his head to the side. ] Sometimes it pisses me right off that there's something more I can't get to.

But whether that something more's some kind of afterlife or... just being able to rest after so much time being alive.

I can't answer that.

[ Logan takes his first bite, speaks with his mouth half-full of meat and bread and vegetables: ] Sorry, kid.