He's quiet for a long moment, but he's thoughtful. Not ignoring her. Just giving himself space to think. "I know about the Death Toll. I thought there was a chance that we would be revived, but there was also a part of me that thought we wouldn't. That this death would be my true death. And I was afraid. Terrified, Annie. I didn't want it."

He brushes his thumb across her hand. "A far cry from where I was on the rooftop ten months ago."