[He's known for a while, he thought. Suspected, certainly, but the kind of suspicion that doesn't actually really need confirmation. It's sweet, though. Maybe bittersweet, given the circumstances.]

Wish I'd gotten to know him better while he was here, but he seemed to keep to himself. Not that I blame him. Dying isn't an easy thing.

[He refills his glass, and hovers the bottle near Kuai's. There's still whiskey if he wants it; otherwise, plenty of other things to drink at the bar.]