[ Guess he just likes the sound of his vois that much. Squalo's just going to roll his eyes because while he can hear some of the app's noise it's nowhere near torture levels, and continue the one-sided conversation. ]

[ He's used to it. He's done it for eight years, and this is unspeakably better. ]

We're gonna get out of here. Not fucking dying in the dumbest way possible would still be helpful, though. It's not a goddamn contest, it's just a stupid app, you don't need to prove anything to it.

[ a small pause as he considers which of his things got dropped before he died -- his voice goes a bit quieter. ]

How bad is the cold? [ It must hurt the old wounds, right? ] You did pick up my coat, right?