"It's funny," he muses, shifting position slightly, testing the bandage, "I've often thought the same thing. It's not been entirely terrible for me, as I'm that indeterminate, about-thirty age, but I've wondered if just a few more years, a bit more outward maturity, would've served me better. Alas."

He couldn't choose his death, after all. "I left England to make my fortune, find my way. I first died in Japan, felled by an arrow from a criminal I'd crossed."