[ She's definitely terrible at conversation. Gojyo mentally shrugs, and takes another sip of his beer. It's not what he's craving -- it tastes okay, but it's not what he really wants -- and so he pushes it away, still half full. ]

I think I was a superhero. [ No, no, hear him out. ] I'm serious! Look, [ and he half-turns in his chair to properly count of the points at her ] I'm fast, really fast, and I'm stronger than normal humans. I've got these scars... [ Visible here, and here, on his bare arms ] ...there's bullet holes, bite marks... I'm pretty sure there's one on my back that's from acid.

[ He takes another swig of his disappointing beer. ] What else could I have been but a superhero?

[ He doesn't actually believe any of that. But how much she laughs at him will give him some idea of how far away from the truth he was. It's a risk, but he's dead. There aren't that many things left to risk, and far too many people here seem to know him. He needs to get some answers, and quick, before somebody slips up and tells him too much. ]