You have no idea how many loops you've been through by this point. In fact, your mouth still tastes as though it's filled with iron from the blood from your last death. You lick your lips. "I'm dying." Bryce raises a brow with a winning smile. "Usually people don't say that until they've been working here a few months. You haven't been working here a day." "No, I mean it. I died." You emphasise the word, hoping it catches Bryce's attention. "Huh, really? I must have been looking away."