Something about what she said took him aback, although he wasn't certain if it was her tone, or her actual words. Perhaps it was even the way her eyes flashed in the darkness, reminding him of the many times his mother affixed him with her powerful, rebuking stare.

"But how?" He pursed his lips into a thin line as he thought silently, How do you just let go? How would that be any different from forgetting? I don't want to forget.

At her words about death, though... he had to give her a wry smile. "I'm already dead, ma'am." A part of him had died on Myrkr. In the Embrace of Pain. In the Well of the World Brain. "I just haven't gotten around to lying down yet."