[Five... times. It was awful enough dying just the once that Eridan still has trouble looking at himself in the mirror, at the ugly rope of scar tissue that splits him in half around the middle.

He frowns quietly, showing amazing restraint as he nods.]

If you wwant to tell me, yeah. If you don't, I'm not goin' to fuckin' hold it against you. I told you, wwe both got secrets, an' as long as those secrets aren't goin' to end up fuckin' wwith this little thing wwe got, don't feel obligated to go spillin' all a' it at once.

[He's certainly not going to tell her about the matriorb unless someone literally holds a gun to his head and demands it.]

Not goin' to say I'm not goddamn curious though.