It's dead. Alright. That's the part that matters - though, the reminder that its death came with an outpouring of some memory or other of Mithrun's raises the question of which one. Some of that, he's pretty sure Popp shouldn't be seeing.

At least he gets his answer pretty quickly, and it is... not as bad of one as it could have been, sounds like. At least there's that. Mithrun exhales - hard to say if he relaxes at all, seeing as how he's already hanging limply over Popp's shoulder. His muscles are just... not really listening to him.

"No. I didn't."

...Popp isn't fully wrong about Marcille's state next time he saw her, though.