"Hah. I am a contradiction." And it's true; he's almost someone else entirely, dragged down into the whirlpool. One hand trails in front of his face, with a finger pointing at A. "That's what I do. I'm not part of the puzzle."

His eyes are bright, and his voice gleeful, laughing; he has a feeling A is going to hit him, or throw something at him, at any moment. "But it shouldn't mean anything, isn't that right? He's not dead, after all. He came back. Lucky A."