[He takes that shoulder bump with a grin and a slight wince that he tries to hide. Ah, he's going to be feeling this for quite a while... it worries him, if they wind up in another battle as fierce as this one. But he'll cross that bridge when they come to it.]

If you end up with both feet in the grave, then I'd be six feet under.

[There's a certain dark humor in it given the topic, but also no small grain of truth. Oscar knows well that were it not for the efforts of Wolfwood and the others who shielded and healed him, he really would have ended up in the ground. The lingering pain from his injuries is more than enough to remind him of that much.]

Then poor Bas'd have to do all the work by himself, and he'd probably come hunt me down even in the afterlife.

[Is it an exaggeration? Maybe, but he also truly does believe that the other man would come for his soul.]

And then everyone else'd be short you, me, AND Bas, and I don't even wanna think about what sort of shape they'd be in like that.

[... that's kind of a frightening thought, to realize just how dependent the others really are on the three of them where combat is concerned.]