"You're not a corpse if you're alive enough to die every year." Garrot sort of sneers that remark out, a sharp turn from the surprise and contemplation when he learned that this is all they're working with.

"Does he even know what tiring it out looks like? Do either of you?" Garrot's brow furrows at all that, because she hasn't exactly been subtle about them winging it forty years ago. "Sounds like a great reason for you two to keep in touch."

Is that... empathetic sass? From Garrot?!