Luis huffs obligingly with a smile at the joke. Leon has seen the wound- or what's left of it- better than Luis himself can; it's hard to fake that kind of miracle, but harder to fake dying. Or mostly dying, maybe.

"Perhaps it's best you thought I was," he says, maybe the first thing he's said that wasn't layered. "I was already gone, makes it easier to leave me behind, eh." Crucially, there isn't a trace of bitterness in his voice. It would have been a tough call - but Luis couldn't have faulted him for making it.