"Someone I killed...?" Brooklyn blinked at the question. That was hard to say. Who had he killed in the past? A few nameless vikings perhaps, but considering what they'd done to his clan he hardly felt sorry for it. Maybe the occasional bandit... "I don't know, are they immortal?"

There had been times when someone they'd thought dead had come back - mostly MacBeth and Demona. It was hard to think someone could survive some of the explosions they'd lived through, but then that was the point of immortality, wasn't it?