Devin has an intimate knowledge of death, between being undead and a life spent hunting. It doesn't bother him the way it seems to bother Kit, though to be fair the dwarf had gone out rather violently. He tips his head, remembers Luthien is on his shoulders, and straightens again when she tries to tug on his ear.

"There are plenty of people who arrive here that aren't dead," he points out. "And even if you are, where you come from, you are now currently alive, Kit. This isn't some form of limbo or purgatory, though I can understand how it might look that way." Devin is firm on this point, but not unkindly. He pauses to study the dwarf. "What would bother you more: if you were dead and in limbo, or alive and forced to deal with what happened to you?"

It's a personal question, though slightly less antagonistic than 'so, how did you die'.