Not

He scoffed.
"I can die. It is more painful than the way others die though, and less known. I don't like to spread it around."
He folded his arms angrily.
"Anyway, I don't even have a plan yet. I just said I wanted answers. don't jump to conclusions."

Mission Plans

"You might want to think this through before barrelling out. That tends to get you torn to shreds. Literally." Hearts said, a sour look on her face. "I don't want this mission ruined before it even gets started."

"Then please tell your plan, O wise one," he snapped. "Since obviously you have all the answers."

"Step one is to not get ourselves killed. Or caught. I guess that's easier for you. You can't technically die, can you?"

Somehow, I am going to get them

Frowning, Rag Doll went back to pacing. He pursed his cloth lips wondering how he was going to get answers, and how he was going to get out of this stupid room.

He kicked the leg of a chair but ended up getting his rags caught on a splinter from the wood. He groaned and dropped to the ground to detach himself. 

"I don't care if they won't give us answers, I am going to get them one way or another." He murmured angrily.