[Whose indeed? The Drifter is not in any position to tell. They are not terribly predisposed to meander down the walkways of solipsistic musings, just by default. Their shoulders shift, very slightly, their cloak rippling in the tiniest shrug.]
does it matter
[What else is there to do but...think? But thinking is not their prerogative, not their specialty, not their preferred means of passing the time.]
no subject
does it matter
[What else is there to do but...think? But thinking is not their prerogative, not their specialty, not their preferred means of passing the time.]
[So, instead, bluntly, as a counterpoint:]
you were dead