Not Dead Yet?

The words slipped out of Bjork's mouth, catching both him and Azrael by surprise. Azrael's eyes widened in response to the unexpected revelation.

"Who?" Azrael asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a sly smile playing on his lips.

Bjork stammered, struggling to find the right words.

"Mar...tinus...yes, Martinus," he finally managed to say, the name hanging in the air with an air of uncertainty.

Azrael couldn't help but laugh, a triumphant sparkle in his eyes.

'Gotcha!' he thought, reveling in the small victory.

Bjork, caught off guard, coughed slightly as he tried to regain his composure.

"Martinus was a brat, like you," Bjork continued with a wistful smile. "Always eating, always causing trouble, always laughing."

Azrael, thoroughly amused, listened attentively, savoring every word as he continued to shovel food into his mouth.