Mm...

[ his smile lifts a little bit - there's something slightly knowing, if just a little sad, to it, as he reaches up and absently scratches at the bandages around his neck. ]

I think it still matters. You never know - A god could still be listening, even in a place like this.

I prayed for his soul to the Heavenly Emperor. Perhaps he will hear me.

[ after everything, though? he doubts it. ] But...it's the thought that counts.