My past self died and got revived more times than you want to know. In this life, I heal too fast to die. Usually.

[Unless he can't heal at all, like this place...]

Unless you're cursed like I am, death comes for us all. It even came for me.

... But if I'm being honest. [He casts a glance toward the cloaked skeleton hobbled in a chair.] I don't think this is the end for us.

Maybe gods can die. Maybe not. But I was one of the first people here, and I haven't been shown the way to hell yet.

They're stalling.