[ to the initial question, he just mumbles something unintelligible under his breath, and when he's not asked to clarify he actually lets out a small, relieved sigh.

and he'll blame that relief for what he says next, not really thinking about it, ]

Well, yeah. When I was dying, Edwin read me some Max Carrados, and I guess I've just liked detective novels since then, you know?

[ anyway, that nice little tidbit about his dying moments aside — ] Do I wanna ask what mobile suits are?