"I always thought I was very bad at making friends. As it turns out, I'm very good at making friends when I can be myself with them." Siffleur enjoys the venom in Ylva's voice, but he can also admit the truth. He's still quite surprised by how happy he's been here. There's many times he lived somewhere for months at a time, but nowhere has ever felt quite as comfortable as here.

But this is also the first place to free him from the yoke that was the fear of death. It turns out he's a much more friendly man when he has an infinite number of lives.

"And it is much easier to make friends when they are like me. We are all killers, and we do it for fun."