[everyone knows that a friendship built upon carefully constructed, intricate lies is a great foundation. pull up a chair, they can commiserate and read books and talk about how much death as a concept sucks.]

I find it kinda hard to believe that someone can offer you a way to save everyone. At best, even if you try your hardest, there are always bound to be losses... personal or otherwise. Your suspicion is probably justified.

[Louis' own feelings about returning home are equally complicated.]

For the record- I've already died once. There wasn't someone waiting for me on the other end, like they write about in novels or scripture. If there is a Death, maybe cheating him is the best gift we can ask for.