"Death isn't supposed to be beautiful, Kit. It's nasty shit."

Did Reid remember Kit's name after the poor guy confirmed it wasn't Katelyn, or had he remembered from the start and just decided to be a dick about it anyway? Apparently that was the one question Reid wasn't going to answer. Instead, he winked.

"That's why ya have to go out with a bang! Die in a way that everyone'll notice. As soon as that shark pukes my bones out on the nearest fishing boat, I can say I've made my mark!"

As if what he was saying was somehow profound, Reid decided to emphasize his statement with a finger gun. He pointed it at Kit's forehead, pretending to fire right on the word "mark." He cackled, then dove to trap Kit in a one-armed hug.

"Don't tell me you'd rather die buried under a mountain of books!"