[he shrugs, picking up his drink again if only to swirl it around in the glass, for something to do with his hands] The way I see it, there are two immediate options on the table. One, life is apparently a hell of a lot more like that ridiculous Cyberdriver spin off they put out, a few years back, than I'm comfortable with -- what was it called? The Source? Something like that? [he's referencing something akin to The Matrix, though he can't quite get there. either way, after a beat, he waves it off with his glass] It doesn't matter; the point still stands.

[he takes another sip of his drink, that said, a smile curling the corners of his mouth, briefly, as the heat of it hits him. it dims, falls away, as he set the glass back down]

Or two, we're all dead and this is Hell. Simple enough, if unsettling. [and possibly likely, in his case, given that things back home were gearing up towards his final confrontation with his partner-turned-nemesis. it's likely that Aiden put a bullet or two in his head. the only things really keeping him from leaning entirely into that theory are, firstly, the fact that he's not a religious man, so the idea of Hell actually existing is too terrible to think too long about, and secondly, he -- actually feels kind of good, at the moment] I'm pretty sure Hell wouldn't come with a fully stocked bar, though, so I might be able to cross that one off the list.