[it's definitely not good. it's also hard to frame, to keep himself from looking like the bad guy, and so he's silent for a moment, frowning. at least, if nothing else, he can spin that as being reluctant to talk about his own impending mortality]

[after a beat, though, he sighs, coming up with:] In a nutshell? A friend and I upset some very bad people, and they sent hitmen out to take care of it, us. [that's not untrue. both he and Aiden pissed off Blume, his world's giant, evil cooperation, and the Chicago South Club, the Irish Mob. it's just -- not that simple. Damien's more worried about Aiden than Blume's fixer, to be honest]

I thought I'd found a way of getting us out of it, but ... [he shakes his head faintly] Best laid plans and all that.