Oh, no.

[ he's being really sparse on the details. dirk still doesn't need to know what Bad Days were like. but he's told dirk before, when he was scared he'd broken dirk's nose, that he knew how to handle his own broken bones and could probably reverse engineer a solution if he had to. other people getting hurt freaked him out but he'd been used to it, when he was a kid, and he hadn't questioned it.

the stupid rooftop, his left arm broken but he'd always been capable of using either hand after a certain point in his life out of necessity and anyway it barely matched up to the rest, and the strife pausing so the weird watcher could ask a single question. ]

He said it didn't matter, and killed you, and then things changed again and it was my turn. I die a lot in my dreams.

[ bro's voice, barely ever heard, a sword swinging. toss the body over the roof and then it wasn't entirely bro and wasn't entirely dirk and the question wasn't a question because it doesn't matter because you're dead, Dave, either way. ]

On the bright side, there was minimal puppet ass, so you know, actually relatively relaxin' compared to some of my greatest hits.