[He felt the weight of 76's gaze on him, and it made him deeply uncomfortable. Depending on how damaged he was or what bad state he was in because of the decay cycle, he knew he could look like right shit. He had been taking care of himself lately, keeping on top of the hunger so he was a bit more put together. The burn scars were obvious, but Maul had never shied from them. A reality of his fall to death, he supposed.

Both of them bore the scars of Overwatch on their bodies.

He listened to the description, and he kept his arm jutted out to help with the bandaging. He knew what drowning was like, the struggle to hold one's breath before they just had to, only to be met with the burn of water where water shouldn't be. Desperation to breathe turned to panic to not have relief and choking it down before the oxygen deprivation just quieted everything.]

Not as long as you think it did once you inhaled water. After that... it's just the death throes...

[On that they could level with each other, which was... odd. They hadn't actually had this kind of civil conversation in a very long time. Maybe when he had met Jack's undead form from the graveyard, but it had been different.

He reached over his shoulder and pulled his long white hair up and out of the way, not needing it tangled in the bandaging.]

You always did need to keep busy. Never sat still for long on anything.