Well. Epsilon had to have gotten it from somewhere.

"That's kind of a complicated question. You're not dead, if that's what you're asking." It is, technically, a dream, but he doesn't bother to clarify. There's a petty sort of vindication in that, one that he won't even pretend is anything else; he spent too many years of his life willingly laboring under a command that only offered answers to a fifth of the questions he asked, until he learned not to ask questions at all.

Let the Director flounder in insecurity and frustration for once. He's earned it.