I'd be very lucky, and luck was never something I could depend on.

( So he says, and so was true enough, especially in the life he'd lived to his death, and the life he'd found himself living after being pulled back and learning he'd never died in the first place.

He blinks at the stuffed hedgehog, and smiles, holding the spoon before his mouth. )

A hedgehog. All this, ( he says, gesturing with his spoon ) on the real ones are spines, used to defend themselves and attack if anything's so reckless as to think them being cute and small means they're defenceless."