"If you were gone, then where did you go? Were you beyond that barrier, or... did you go home?"

"I was..." His words taper off into a hanging kind of silence, his gaze gone distant somewhere past Zohvin's shoulder. The silence stretches beyond what is comfortable, but it's more the look on Kit's face that means it becomes ominous rather than awkward. It's the look of someone who has lost something--perhaps everything--and is only recovering the pieces of himself in handfuls of broken fragments. His brows draw together uncertainly.

"...somewhere else." He finishes some time later, shifting his gaze back to Zohvin. Then he smiles, though the expression is more a grimace twisting up the corners of his lips. "I've got no home to go back to. In my world, I'm dead and gone." He hopes that someone tried to return him to the Stone.