"I would give you never ending shit," He amends. Yeah, yeah, he probably would carry him and gripe about it the whole time. It's not like anyone else was handy that was strong enough.

He huffs, attempting a reassuring smile. It doesn't really reach his eyes. "If any of this is real." If any of Nida's memories are real, or his own. Hell, it's a mess, trying to sort out all that uncertainty. Still can't really trust his own brain after all.

"You know. Speaking of the fucked up things we think about." He hesitates, unsure, but Nida's admitted so much, maybe it would be safe. Maybe he wouldn't think less of him. "I wish they had executed me. At least then I'd have died doing something worthwhile instead of..." He cuts off there, a hand going unconsciously to the scar left behind after that final blow that had felled him. It had looked a lot worse watching it from the outside.

He's not going to finish that thought.