Here, especially? ...Nah. I can't even feel the destiny on my shoulders, so I ain't obliged to stay "in character". I just asked everyone to call me Day 'cause that's who I was bein' right 'fore I showed up. [ And at the time, he figured it was going to be business as usual.

But at the second part, Day sort of just...laughs. It's a very dry laugh that could be interpreted as bitter, or even self-depreciative. ]

See, there's somethin' funny 'bout that. You would think it works that way, but what happens is—they forget me, but not the stuff I did. So there's just a bunch of gaps and wrinkles where there are things that matter to them but they can't remember who it was from, yeah? People are real good at tryin' to fill in those holes with whatever makes sense, most of the time. Fate helps iron stuff out. It ain't like I cease to exist in the world, more like whatever's left behind gets assigned to something else.

[ Which...maybe some things will take on a different light or make a different kind of sense to Ginger now, with that explanation. Day isn't sure. ]

...How do angels and demons die? [ Why does he feel like he is not going to enjoy this answer, ]