[Flapjack looks back at Lin Jingheng high-key concerned, even more so than usual, and warbling softly. Help.

Hunter watches him set everything down, quietly wringing his hands for a moment. Thinking.]

I... did die. I think. Again? Back there, before we showed up on the beach. I died. And for a while I was still there, as part of that girl, but— then... [...] I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I'm glad I'm back in hell, too.