"Yeeees, I've heard that before," says Herbert, rolling his eyes at Lapis before looking back at the water woman, briefly concerned and narrow-eyed as she moves closer. He doesn't trust this but he's not sure how to manipulate the way this is progressing to his benefit. The bag is held in front of him almost like a shield at this point. Protectively, the base turned slightly out.

"Iiii think about Death," he says. "Not my own."