[He's not sure he likes that look. It reads like pity, and it has him thinking back to his failures, but he brushes it away quickly to focus on Ryan's actual words. He could see the dead?

It's strange to think of, but what was he told about death that has been true, so far? Shifting in his spot, he pushes off from the table and stands, touching a hand to Ryan's shoulder as he scoots over the chair from the next spot to be much closer. He sits down.]

No. I recall falling, and my city is carved out from a mountain. About three days tall. I blacked out on the way down, and then I came here! Only to fall some more, it would seem.

[He leans over the table, eyes unmoving from Ryan. He has a lot of thoughts here, but the question that stands out the most? Well...]

Do you wish you couldn't see them?