He tries to parse the images, being wholly unfamiliar with exact specifics of her culture’s death but used to the concept all the same. A memorial, a loss, a— rebirth, as it stands. Kravitz realizes, as she gestures to herself, he never bothered to check if she had ever died. He truly is out of his element. While it prickles him plenty- people should stay dead, for goodness sakes — and it does make him side-eye her a bit, but he knows he’s going to have to explain.

“Well… yes, in a sense.” He moves a hand up to behind his neck, twisting the other at the wrist as he struggles to explain. “I am… a bounty hunter, in service for the Raven Queen. It is my job to find souls who have escaped the land of death and bring them back, and stop those who break these rules by reviving others.” And now, for the kicker. “So, uhm… I have not been mortally alive, one would say, for over a thousand years. But she brought me back on an offer to exact her will, so… I am here.”

Kravitz is realizing he’s rambling, and drops his hands, trying not to look massively awkward. “So, uh, yes. Yes, I am dead.”