"Why would they?" He sounded genuinely curious now, though perhaps that was no less sinister for the way his eyes widened. "I'm an unwanted existence... Everyone would be happier if I died."

That said, he actually had no idea if the injury would kill him. Probably not, but it was still unpleasant. He glanced down, and flicked the jar up onto his lap with a small corkscrew of sand.