"Well, 'often' is a big word," Leon nonchalantly answered, completely oblivious to Muse's suspicions. "I think this is the second time this happened now? Well, the first time if you only count falling frmo big heights. Either way, it's pretty useful, to say the least. As you can see, I don't have a scratch on me anymore! Maybe I should carry some kind of weapon on me to kill myself whenever I get hurt, so that I respawn in full health again. What do you think?," he asked Callum.
It was about this point that GM decided to fly down and pay a visit to the people on the ground -- scaring the lot of them in the process. Apparently though, one of said people already knew GM for some reason, something that most sane people would've likely noticed. Leon, however, was not very sane, finding more importance in a random kid that just collapsed from what seemed to be shock.
"Hey... Are you tired?," Leon said, walking over to Kole. "Even if you are, you really shouldn't go to sleep on the ground. It's bound to give you a stiff neck," he said, pointing at his own corpse as if that had anything to do with it, followed by a mad laghter about his own joke. "Either way, it's not my business," he continued, suddenly completely serious again. "Just beware of wolves, or they might wolf you down. Get it! Wolf you down! Ahahahahahah! Sometimes I kill myself. That is, when GM doesn't do it for me, of course," the young man ranted on, switching between crazy and deadpan like a flickering light.
