[It ends up bothering Brook more than he expects, how Arven just up and left in the middle of that exchange. He can’t figure out what he said to upset him, nor does he understand why he feels bad about it. He’s never cared about others’ feelings, especially not after becoming a Reaper. Hard to send people to Hell every day if you’re afraid to upset them.

But these people, the other Champions—they’re stuck. They don’t just go away after one encounter, neck snapped and dispatched to their eternal punishment, never to be seen again. He keeps seeing Arven around the station, and he keeps feeling bad.

It’s like working with Scarlet and Chase, he eventually decides. Though these people aren’t exactly welcoming him into their strange, incomprehensible lives—they don’t really have a choice about it—some of them try to connect.

He’s an idiot. He tracks Arven down a day or two after the Raboot conversation and starts in without preamble:]

Listen. Your hair’s fine, okay? When I said it was worse than my friend’s… she’s a dork, but she’s also kind of cool. In—in a crazy, badass kind of way. It wasn’t… I wasn’t trying to be a dick.

[He scuffs his bare toes against the floor, hands in his pockets (just like a real Raboot).]

I’m sorry for… being a dick anyway, I guess.