[Richie looks to him with a brow raised. Okay, fair, considering his whole era, but also no thank you?]

You're putting an awful lot of faith in a soft child-of-the-future like me. Who knows! Maybe I'll die right next to you in this conversation. We're just not built for hardship anymore.

[But ah, we are getting serious. He quiets, head tilted as he takes it in. It lines up with a few of the wisps and flashes he saw while in his own personal hell. Still, it takes him by surprise.]

Childe? [Not like he was bosom-buddies with the man, but he knew he'd meant something to Mizu. And the illness itself was no joke. He blows out a breathe and shakes his head.]

Already in rage? Or still stable?