Not that it makes any difference to Micolash, but he now has a listener who is genuinely interested in what he has to say. How did that happen?

Mr. Orange eyes Micolash askance, before redirecting his gaze back to the ground while contemplating the caged scholar’s words. He can’t recall doing anything besides fucking up and then dying a miserable, sniveling little rat. Could it really be possible he's somehow worthy of... whatever?

“What’s further than death?”

So many questions, so eager for answers. This must be turning into a very good day for Micolash.