Dead End nods, "He leaves coal bombs and horrible things for those who have been naughty."

That's what he was told, and he'd rather prepare for that than believe the whole 'oh I was only joking' bit of that conversation. Until he's perfect looking he doesn't want to die. He doesn't really want to die in general either.

"It's what?"

If his wings could drop any further without breaking off, they would. Sissel died today?

"Oh... are you going to be okay?"

Can he do anything?