Renji stopped eating so he could stare at the Brook again. The guy was kind of... weird. Weird was definitely the word he was looking for. "...uh, it's a metaphor. Kind of. Since there aren't a lot of dead guys around. So we're sort of a... uh... club, right? Exclusive little group?"

He looked at his fist and shrugged, letting it drop. "Never mind. It's... yeah, never mind."

He cleared his throat. "So, been a dead guy long? Professional dead guy?"