"You really believe that stuff?" Logan asked, trying a door as they passed it, and scowling when he found it locked. "I don't think there's anything like that, man. I think those are just fairy tales we tell each other- You know, to make death a little less grim and final or whatever."

He looked over at Felix, then gestured around them. "This is just life. Random, fucked up, and inescapable. It's probably not even magic or aliens- We probably got doped by some asshole and are tripping balls in some gross motel room, oblivious to the fact that we're about to have our kidneys stolen."