"If I ever recall anything I may be able to make it back to tell you." It did seem to love offering to backtrack despite not knowing if it even could. An empty promise may as well be a lie after all.

"Unfortunately I can't tell you much about it. It was more varied than here, I know that. But I can't recall many specifics."

"Eh, I ended up here for a start. Dunno when or how, but I'm starting to come to terms with it. I can't die so that's an odd feeling to say the least. I've always kinda understood the whole rotting over time thing; that's just how I am, you know? But..." It went back to playing with its braid. "I dunno. It a mess up top right now.

"Don't mention it. I've just... had a messy past while."

Ink had a heart. It knew that for sure. It had felt it working its ass off plenty this past while.
But did they have a heart for a person who'd eaten the flesh off a man it'd known's bones?

...

"Sure. I'll stay."