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"My name's Tambourine," he corrected, not unkindly, "not—whatever you just said. You can call me Tam." With that established, he blinked a few times as he processed the rest of the stranger's words. "What do you mean? Death just means you're asleep forever. That's not very fun," he surmised with a bit of a wrinkled nose.

He enjoyed a good night's sleep, of course—who didn't?—but if he had a choice about it, he would never get sleepy and therefore never need to close his eyes for hours at a time. Tambourine was as lively and energetic as they came and could very likely have put the extra hours to good use. Although death didn't necessarily scare him, he just couldn't fathom how someone would want to be inert forever.