It's not murder if I'm saying you can do it, is it? ( he finishes yet another slice of pizza, seemingly looking as if he intends on staying alive at the rate he's gorging himself and yet here they are discussing this. )

And it might or might not be a permanent death for me. ( it doesn't quite matter to him. ) I suppose we'll find out then, won't we? ( there's nothing to lose really. this new life of his in this strange world isn't exactly one that he's fond of. and it's not as if he hasn't died before already. it wouldn't be a new experience. been there, done that. )