( The flat look he gives is response enough to show that he isn't pleased with the barrage of questions with no space for him to answer. )

No, I did not die. That is not to say that I did not arrive here under...perilous circumstances.

( He breathes in and lets the quiet around them settle. It's a far cry from the bloody screams they had experienced in the memory some moments prior. It's a welcome change and a welcome quiet. )

For now, you are of mortal flesh and breath air in your lungs. Focus on that and find answers as you may.

( Perhaps refocusing him elsewhere would help his poor constitution. )