"Weird... Hey connie how many times have we died anyway cause I keep losing count?" asking this while placing the the minute hand on his left arm. With both hands on his body they both quickly shift from weapons to armor.
"Well I don't really plan on dieing today so why should I care!" She yells back her scars glow with the words encrypted on the scythe.
My flame shines bright. Just make sure not to get burned by it.