But you're dead. [he states it rather matter-of-factly, but not unkindly.] We both are.

There's nothing keeping either of us from anything, anymore.

[it's a surprisingly observant comment, perhaps clarity brought on by the lack of troubles in his mind—but in the lull after it, felix reaches over and snatches his nasty little bottle back, taking another chug off of it. his eyes water, but he's soon fine again, taking this dose much easier than the last. it's not that bad!!!]

You don't have the crown waiting for you.

[this is said quite positively, actually.]