It would have made it a lot less awkward than it currently is, he could have taken some solace in knowing that not even death would keep him down for very long. What he had heard in the papers after that night, after what he had heard when Erina had washed ashore on those islands...

He's quiet as he waits for the answer, though he can tell from his peripheral and those expressions that he's holding the same answer that he himself was. He knew he had been dying, or had died, either one.

"It certainly does, my friend." His posture is relaxing a bit once again as his gaze returns to him once again, at least there's one less thing has would need to keep from him. "Would you... like to know what happened after that night? I don't know much before I was brought here, but I can at least tell you what the papers said as well as my own correspondences on the matter."