[ Strange -- that's what Gerard half-expected this man to say about freedom. He totally agrees, though. As a man who never got the chance, Gerard knows how precious it is to die properly. ]

It is.

[ The End. That makes sense. Gerard's expression softens, now that he isn't trying to figure Oliver out. Gerard doesn't drop his hand -- he's not especially afraid of the End, not when it's already taken him. ]

I'm Gerard Keay. I think you noticed I'm already dead? [ He saw Oliver glance at his skull, after all. ] But my death was -- incomplete, I guess. [ Gerard shrugs. ] Guess I could die again. You'd know better than I.