Phoenix didn’t think he’d ever understand how someone could speak so nonchalantly about killing something, even something as obviously threatening as the akuma. Tyki’s grin didn’t make it any easier. He turned his gaze away, letting go of the sink to run a hand through his hair, but he paused at Tyki’s next words and immediately turned back.

“Died?” It was obvious the other man didn’t believe such a thing, and when Phoenix stopped to think about it, he was sure Cross had been assumed dead before. Not that long ago, if he recalled correctly, and not too long before one ‘Algernon Moncreiff’ had surfaced on his world. Still…

“How do you know? What happened?”