"I have a little experience with living basically the lowest possible way. I don't know if I'd say whether it's worth it or not, there were times I didn't think so." But Bruce couldn't die, so there was no real direction to go there, other than acceptance of his situation. He wasn't sure if it was the booze or that he'd gotten away from that darkness that made him comfortable referencing it. Usually he was too embarrassed. Admitting to your lowest point was awkward. "But yeah, I'd say living is probably better. It's a natural impulse of the living, to want to struggle to keep it. When your body starts dying, your system tries to fight it. Life forms are strong and adaptable, otherwise wouldn't exist."

He wasn't entirely sure what he was saying, he felt like he might be rambling a little now. It was mild philosophy, but more based on what he was seeing himself from a medical perspective. Even if the mind was willing or ready, the body still fought involuntarily. He was tipsy for sure.

"Yeah, we don't have any guarantee. Nothing that says we'll be anything other than meat in the end. I didn't used to believe in it, outside of theoretically concepts, but I don't know. Once you meet gods and superheroes and see half the universe die because of aliens from space, an afterlife doesn't seem as impossible." In fact it just made him a little more open minded than his original thought process used to be. "I've been to two other planets, three now, with this place. Didn't think was possible." They were limited by their imagination. He focused on her again. "What's your afterlife like?"