[At first he tenses, but relaxes when she clarifies. He sure hopes this is his first and only time dying until, well, a long time from now.

He looks at his hands in his lap, twisting them in the fabric of his shirt.]

After that memory you saw, my friend got captured and I was too slow to save him. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Even after we managed to rescue him.

...I feel the same way after I woke up in the hospital and learned he was gone.